Now strip, that well constructed mask
Cooley, I stair into your naked eyes of fire
Below bathed in my tender thoughts
While time passed me an notebook & pen
A cry rises, before the dusk is made
For a women, witness a sea becoming dry
I touched your tear and upon my finger tip
It embraces me, then unfolds the void
As bright as the sun, you radiate all
Desserts bloom, on deed as sorrow falls
A miracle found, simple upon your touch
Naked, this seed cried “tomorrow once more”
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