Bridges of Lovers: A Plethora of Imagery

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 Words are falling apart,

nothing more in place steps before the onset of boundaries.

 Encounters glow from within the flame,

nothing more for loving each palm with which to start.

Creatively bankrupt as if  a river decreasing handed

one single tear on the shore to salute its eternal departure.

 Nothing more entwined, nobody to understand my own wings.

A feather lost...meaningless as it floats among the particles.

 Always the same scriptures, nothing more if not Love cascading

from my fountains.

 If only She knew me-embraced my heart-could I fly whistling.

Instead it's been torn to pieces in this swirling storm, so much

anger surging.

 All contact with other worlds has been lost, placing me in an utter state of loneliness,

nostalgia, Toska...