The more I have
The less I own
Your company I need
Alone
To share
The troubles of the day
Hand them to you
To take away
My heart is full
Of empty space
The whispering is all
I chase
Although I long
To hold your hand
Your silence fills
My soul so bland
Ethereal
You sit and wait
So patient
As I hesitate
Examen
With a grateful poise
Extracting much
Internal noise
Let vapour be enough
For me
A peaceful soul's
Eternity
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