THE US IN ME

It looked shallow

But he still wallowed

Not knowing

 

Sinking isn’t drinking

Neither is filled, any satisfying

 

The bank of the river always looks

Sandy

But each particle of sand is

Shaped differently

 

When the sea waves move the water to

Cover your feet

The feeling is different

Depending on your state of mind

 

First, it was your eyes

And the beauty that lies

In them

But now, it's more than that

 

The whispers of the night

The morning adornments

The sparks in your voice when you speak of me

And what is mine

 

The blossoming of what could be

The strides of your heart

The crosses of mine

And the intersecting threads

 

Now, I realize my folly

Of folding upfront

Now, I unfold

Spreading to the ends of the world

What could amaze it

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