Poem form designed by Balcars form with
Alexandrine
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In the hurricane,
Tethered spirit locked in time
Rise the ocean of emotions,
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Through time as one would develop
The nesting heart is never still,
While the ship would sail, over the edge of time,
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Everything seems content, in our bright younger days,
Though it seems we follow, all the sounds in Earths rise,
Though we travel not far, in fellowships of trust,
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Across the bay in the grey, looking through the window,
View of golden gate bridge, it's anchor sees my fate,
Seeing myself run quite far, across the other side,
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Emotions oscillate, my strenght resides to build,
The labyrinths of my heart, not yet written in stone,
But like sand storms away, free in oscillation,
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Though your elegant love, first sweet lock of my heart,
Ensures my anchors ground, the storms of my youth calm,
Wisdom begins to grow, it's first emotion smiles,
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Emotions love stretches, into destinies hand,
But we have always been, through time and age in love,
As my marble stone greys, the old scent of time stays,
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But it seems I am here, walking through golden grey,
The bridge that seems long still, like a film that has stayed,
The fog lingers in sight, my grey memory rests.

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