Hour V The heart I walked the trail of the beloved guide On this journey, I wandered across the seaside A waterfall of sand sifted through my fingertips The desert sand held lost ships and the dunes too in this hollow hourglass, the oasis cracks this intangible reflection, "love knows no sorrow nor sadness; it is admiration, it is infatuation" "the heart is as fragile as an eggshell" then you're Demian, and I am your Sinclair I found your note, so will your words stop this heartache? the pure compassion that melted the thawing ice. Spring sang to the lake lovely lullabies. Under the moonlight, our canoe is floating by, sharing memories, stories, and love. Through you, love is the blurry boundary between the oasis and the thatch; Through you, love transcends ecstacy and witchcraft. ________________________________________________________________________________________ A long lost poem written by the sea prophet to his beloved found in the 3rd stack nook of the Sunne’s shop.
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