Time became precious in it’s own way
Another day, I wake up to smell the roses and you’ve faded into bliss
I hence at the day when your whispers sail across my eardrums
Tell me you love me like it’s the last time before you parish into the mist
Drown in my eyesight and rescue my heart
I’d float on the limbs of palm trees until your return
My tears shed under your pool of waterfalls
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