Play

 

The world's bright voice and moody fakes

Keep us apart:

But quietly your beauty breaks

Within my heart.

 

You come in utter loneliness,

Call and deny,

Play with earth's ways, tease and confess

Your hidden lie.

 

White spaces fold their purity

Around my soul;

With utter truth You come to me

And make me whole.

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