Some are golden, fix the gaze in you
the lips with tremor moves
locks in the eyes of you
i can't help myself, no
to think and imagine you
in my embrace
gone are not the times
the wind like a breathing echo
reminding me to catch even in a snap
i wish not to erase but instead revisit
the pillars of ecstasy we've been thru
too far you are, distant miles, apart
now to each other
that airplane can indeed cross
you chose the path to get away
without even saying
Goodbye
MAC
(going out to a requestor)
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