That which can not be granted

What lurks in the darkest places of memory

why venture where no one ventured before

towards the unknown


what lies deep in the dark sky

why do we watch light in dark


What lies beyond those lovely eyes

why are they full of water

water cleansing my spirit


what do we seek

that which we cannot name


why do we seek it

that which can not be granted.

The End

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