TENDRIL LOVERS
The
blushing sun peeped, in its youth
Over the mountains, to the lover
The
supple and robust dawn stretches out
A thousand hands to grab onto her
Dashing
after the love in darkness, who slips away
Chasing after her to the end of the horizon
Every
time the tender hands brushes over her
She springs back in shock,
slipping
Through
fingers creating shadows, left behind
never looking back to what is left
behind
The
chase continues over hills and mountains
Lovers! forever in their endless loop.
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