With isolation comes love

This grey prison
has finally delivered,
a calm emptiness.
A love that never dies.
To admire from a distance.
A drop into drop of plum rain.
Moist with new pleasure.

The spirits law,
a blend of dews
and evening firefly.
That now takes me away,
from this tattered isolation.
To spread on the
bare eastern sand.
A fragrance of great hope.
And the liberation of our souls

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