acogitosis

I’m like a mill,
She’s like the wind.
I cannot live
without Her breath.

I’m like a lake,
She’s like the rain.
I cannot be
without Her tears.

She’s making me believe.

I’m like a flame,
She’s like the shame.
I can’t touch Her,
’cause She could burn.

I’m like a night,
She’s like the day.
We cannot meet.
We have our turns…

But She’s making me believe.
She’s still…

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