Those who thought
\nThey could relax
\nExpect me
\nTax my inner reserve
\nOf whatever breaths
\nSaved
\nFrom fast pace moments
\nOf intertwining of creeper and a tree
\nNow who doesn’t need a warm embrace
\nSlow
\nSubtle
\nAnd full of grace
\nBut then the time for those
\nGazes Is over
\nLet me close my eyes
\nOr move them away
\nDon’t ask why, where
\nWill my gaze stay
\nIt is here
\nNow
\nDeep inside
\nTo give their due
\nWho heave a sigh
\nWill this idol
\nAlso have feet of clay ?
\nWill my gaze
\nReally stay
\nStill
\nIn wait of the
\nSurrender of a storm
\nTo a quiet fall
\nOF a Milky Way
\nDon’t ask
\nDon’t say<\/p>\n
Understand why
\nI can not pray
\nThat you stay <\/p>\n
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Those who thought They could relax Expect me Tax my inner reserve Of whatever breaths Saved From fast pace moments Of intertwining of creeper and a tree Now who doesn’t need a warm embrace Slow Subtle And full of grace But then the time for those Gazes Is over Let me close my eyes Or … <\/p>\n