Rare Waters

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Poetry
Rare words,
Wildly
Running
Through those
Full lips— 
Untimed

The ones you
Didn’t dare
Open
When trying
To speak 
Your riveting
Lies

Rivers 
of sound
Reverberating
Through
Silence,

Flying arabesques
Of the mind—
In your dreams,
So far away
In that gloomy horizon

Silent
Words—
Wildly pouring 
through
Tearful
Sights

Soft mounds,
Rare waters—
Some eerie
Arabesque
Light

The one you
Wouldn’t dare
Shed—
While plotting
Your riveting
Lies

Silent words
Soothing waters—
And ghostly
Dreams of
Might

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Woman. Floaty. Attached. Dettached. Sudden. Note-scribbler. Citizen of the world. Travelling to the moon and back.

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