I don't spy if it was the return of the child that shifted the grey clouds
They drifted on the seas sky to deliver the clarity and brightness of the moon
From this distinction I, as the clouds was moved; fog rose, rises; not as roses from fertile gardens;
but...doubt, confusion and poison or righteousness lied within
So this heart's mystery will be unlocked in and within the harmonies of nature's sunrises and sets, full and half moons, high and low tides
There will be a total eclipse of the heart.
Sealed with an open kiss.
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