Swimming Steadily To a Rock
Attraction so simple as a bright blue morning
but so powerful to melt the sun and fill up all planets.
If love is a documentary, ours is action filled
it may be a thin thread but can put
the Blue Mountains into free hanging.
Our world has stopped the hands of time.
Even in death’s swallow, our solitude
would be tied together in its spleen.
She’s my Gold mine, I am her superman
through our affectionate recipe, love had undone itself
and the host of its creators in a disorganized rally
to set up an emergency sitting for the determination
of its newly recommended rare nectar.
Our bones are exposed to affectionate colds
making us sleep under the comfort of stability’s protection.
Our organs, longing for its anti-aging heat
keeping its unparalleled raws, so edible for everlasting chew.
Such a blissful phenomenon is a personality
deserving of a crown in the assurance of a ring.
This world is a step ahead; the aisle is just a stone throw
but a disaster occurs; as the discovery of
being carriers of filial generation’s mortality
has placed an alert to indicate the end of the road.
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