Here I love you In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself. The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters Days, all one kind, go chasing each other
The snow unfurls in dancing figures. A silver gull slips down from the west. sometimes a sail. High, high stars.
Oh the black cross of a ship. Alone. Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet. Far away the sea sounds and resounds. This is a port. Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. I love you still among these cold things. Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels that cross the sea towards no arrival. I see myself forgotten like those old anchors. The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there. My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose. I love what I do not have. You are so far. My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights. But night comes and starts to sing to me. The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes. And as I love you, the pines in the wind want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.
Welcome to The grey clover. My name is Mayowa. I'm a physiotherapy student. I am also a lover of Literature, Arts, Science and technology. I have several interests which includes writing poetry, photography, fashion designing and there are still much more things I hope to learn. Thanks for stopping by!
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