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My ancestors have traveled the seven seas
Having heard wondrous stories
Of what love could possibly be...
But none actually sounds
Like its coming from the universe..
I can't seem to help, but wonder why hearts break
And dreams seem to fade...
In the midsts of air..
Why are memories
The architects of inspiration?
Would love not have been
Almost a planet away
Peaking through tiny black holes
Floating in a turquoise dreamland above the sea ...
Far away...
Dancing by moonlight
To silent screams...
Killing it ..
Burying it..
But gift to the hurt
As a soothing hand that heals
~Kilay
