Summer winds ablaze
and mists afloat
The sun hides
But never sleeps
Tides crash
On the shore and the skin
Soaked in mud
Her face resurfaces
And the sound of thunder
Breaks through the hard earth
Do you see her now
In this abyss
Do you remember the kiss?
Can you listen to her sing
and cry?
Her song will never end
The lotus never dies
The world can sleep
But she awakes
She will return to you
4:51 AM
(Art by Kirk Reinert)
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