lotus.

The truth is whispered to sacred trees

Mechanical dreams are covered in tar and feathers

Chains are fused to his bones made of wet feathers

The key is an immortal flame that kisses an immortal flame

Letters are carefully floated downstream, poems are delicately floated upstream

Her ghost lingers like a thick marine layer offshore

His ship is stuck on a jagged reef of fears

His ship was created with incessant tears

The sea is a pathway of conundrums

A foghorn echoes, buzzing in their soul

A foghorn echoes, confusingly on which way to go

She is here, there and everywhere, she is in me

Her heart beats like the first breath taken of mother nature

His heart is the core of her heart

This compass is completely useless when his eyes are open

These words are useless unless spoken with pure emotion

The truth is whispered to sacred trees

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I don't know where the sunbeams end
And the starlights begin
It's all a mystery