One glimpse, a gentle pause

A fleeting moment, warm & dreamy

As if all time withdraws

Ethereal, vivid in memory 


I want to trace the map of the depths of you

Know what awakens your nights with wonder

How you look when you ugly cry

and feel the warmth of your gentle wisdom


Would you let me walk your way

Through the alleys of your thoughts

Through the dungeons of your despair 

and to voyage where your heart dares to wander


~ nhile ~


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