there has never been a day
when the tethers of your love
wounded my wrists or when
the fire of your gaze
burned my own stares,
there has never been a day
when the rays of your laughter
lay unnoticed and scattered
because these hands ache
to bind them into a song,
into a symphony, into a rhythm
that begged of life and of truth,
a sound that bend the light
of one prism i keep.
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