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How do I express true past experience? Have I been left stranded1 innocence2 with shadows Having them drift away, incomplete? Shall I walk the streets alone Never to shed a tear again? All I desire is a final waltz, To have a soul, so light as to rise above blossoms And to have leaves descend3, heavy with passion. To stroke a soul and heart unscathed and pure As an infant's cry enduring its mother's own eyes, This is sheer ecstasy4 in flight. Beholding the tremble of the waves, the passion, Is to see straight through another soul, And…… to Vanish Author: Joseph Paul Pecillo
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