The lovers ring
The eyes of
yearning
The flow of lights
The songs sing its
blue
The ink in the pen
The writing of
words
Of the time of
ancient days
Now it is in the
web
The lovers never
care
In ancient or
modern times
It’s the pot of
juices
Doing patterns on
the canvass
The yearning flows
In the mind through
dreams
Walking down the
road
The loving ring by
the wind
The sign on the
wall
The ink in the pen
The writing of
words
The mind can’t
forget
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