True-Blue


How easily the heart is stolen,

still the soul so slowly to be woken;

Flee from swelling screams,

farther ye spree,

further.... till none recognize secrets in memories keep;

Hold what doesn't mean to be given,

everything told for unique, true-blue eyes which listen,

for sole handed pair enfold misplaced passion missing –

you can breathe finally as like stars' exuberant blinking.



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