Unwaveringly present

Illusion in ill terrain
is a voice that speaks
a wise that of your origin whispers
Still waiting out the storm that made you lose the way
there is a life in freedom behind
if only time stops ticking
similar to a swayed emotion
love on the run can not be tamed
only dealt with the imminent, the cliff that is you
tells of a strength
day and night will never meet
nor do we
yet, there you are so close
the dividing line opening blows
waving a wink free

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Nature and Landscapes

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