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Her Name is BREATH
They shall keep wandering for ages
Where to die and where to ache
Sometimes awaking, at times abating
For her smile to see them pray.
They are my eyes - my marks of pain
My dress of joy when I feel tamed
By soft waves of humble youthful tears
Sailing through her eyes of heaven.
I may sound vague as I fear words
And misconceptions are easy nowadays
But I dare not conceal my inks
From the fond eyes of my white papers.
I shall spend dark nights and nights
With my shy eyes upon her face
Fumbling for every piece of shelter
Saving me from losing faith.
Her name is Princess- that is for people!
As for me I name her BREATH
O, you may laugh as much as wonder
Till you know how much I am blessed!
In every trace I pace for rightness,
Though not the rightness of haughty men
Mine is the simple and peaceful meeting
Of my bleak dreamy eyes and hers.
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