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Until that point

Posted in Dreamland by ION on 25/06/2010


Like the natural thirst that never can be quenched
I let you, first, observe the signs this woman traced upon my body
Sister of your soul, and mine
Spinning and weaving the myth of the polar maps
Where no rain, no hail, no snow or dew
Alarm the daylight as
We sail gentle with the spirits of drinking verses.

And when her singing set us free,
And she alone is left to me beyond
And then we all begin to sing along
As we journey with new sun at our back.


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