The sunken rapture of love that flourished like a lotus flower is lying dormant;
And I don’t know how to revive it.
I ask myself of the sleeping memories are worth waking,
constantly drifting to places of warmth love, desires of wonton of flesh and spirit
only the flames can know with their eyes closed
This dream of lost sleep;
will it survive on earth bound by our souls limitations?
As journeying spirits, we eventually find our way home,
least we forget how we will
forever be changed by our spirits transition
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