lagos
i have retreated from the balcony
and closed the door behind me.
through an open window, cold
a distant seranade awakens.
an undiscovered voice arrives tonight.
an ancient song of longing thrives, tonight.
within this minute, existence.
i imagine the hills this song has traveled
and the trees within me,
limb by limb,
reaching with each leaf to be
shaken desperately.
she is the quite stream that leaves,
she is.
she is the lake that lingers,
she is.
i live listening to the notes of old
songs,
sung by young lovers,
waiting for the rain.
and closed the door behind me.
through an open window, cold
a distant seranade awakens.
an undiscovered voice arrives tonight.
an ancient song of longing thrives, tonight.
within this minute, existence.
i imagine the hills this song has traveled
and the trees within me,
limb by limb,
reaching with each leaf to be
shaken desperately.
she is the quite stream that leaves,
she is.
she is the lake that lingers,
she is.
i live listening to the notes of old
songs,
sung by young lovers,
waiting for the rain.
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