Notes from a Clifftop City #2
Let life play on your heartstrings, My love. Let it awe you with its magic tricks So that the question becomes sweeter When it remains unanswered. Let it nurse you with aphrodisiacs and poisons, All the same. You will still have to live before you die. Let it knock you off your feet So you cannot brace for the landing. And let it heal you With birdsongs and an early morning mist And the tender whispers of a broken lover Tracing your torso with cautious lips.
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