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Awake III
Awake.
The mind drifts,
Swimming through time
Searching souls in search
Of self and soul.
Awake.
Longing deeply for your lips
Rain stains upon a midnight hour
Parting softly in the mist.
Awake.
A rider of time
Nocturnal in morning's
Dawning Grace,
I wait between worlds,
Caught in the scattered winds
Reaching for your embrace.
© DRS69a
The mind drifts,
Swimming through time
Searching souls in search
Of self and soul.
Awake.
Longing deeply for your lips
Rain stains upon a midnight hour
Parting softly in the mist.
Awake.
A rider of time
Nocturnal in morning's
Dawning Grace,
I wait between worlds,
Caught in the scattered winds
Reaching for your embrace.
© DRS69a
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