Hugging pillows to sleep
Searching for the lost beat
Naked feet through cold sheets
&
Untouched hands without grips
The nights may seem long
When the eyes feel clogged
No full moon to face
Or
Falling stars to trace
Unplanned trips to paradise
Engraving marks on their hearts
Old symbols catching new waves
In
Engraved stones & wooden chains
Neither created nor destroyed
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