Walking by Love River

Love, the murmurings of roots –
and life on an island.
Breathing and growing,
snatching this chance to flee.

Your eyes are bound to plum rain,
mine to blue flowers.
Stirred-up by your scent,
and sharp temptations.

The sky grows dim, through East.
Humbled, a booming sound –
a new realm far apart from us.
Love and words, a subsistence only.

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