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Keep ears on the closed doors
Ah! Where did you find this Lorenz
A storm from butterfly wings!
I measure the waves
On surface of rocks
Lying still.
But ripples of memories
Break the shore.
Will the mountains, we built
Ever find
The mountain man?
The waves surging in night-
Are they only mine?
Or is the emptiness there too
Swirls up in the dark room
And the thirst searching
What shattered,
If those are equally gloomy!
Glacier holds the route of the river
The fear keeps us far
All along
Of that ego, if ever turns to titanic
It may cause hope to drown
Will this wave ever open the path
Of an invisible bridge
Where the confluence of thirsts
Brings us together again
To the divine flow of love |
