It is to our end I drink
To our beginning
To steer myself away
from those tired stagnant waters
To our new beginning
My friend
My love
Our last ritual
For nobody got closer
than us
to me
We live now
like we should
and you know it
Free
Thinking
Drifting
Breeze
I do not know
What will become of us
Ever talk
while sipping tea?
It's time the frills disappear
We
now stand here
Still connected
through something
even though it does not appear
A toast to you
my dear
May we meet again
as old, old friends
on a sunny day
in the green breeze,
when time would have made us
what we have always wanted to be.
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2 comments:
beautiful.
its very real...beautiful.
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