My Little Pond
swim in a little pond that will submerge you in deep paths of various ambiguities
Where is my drop that quenches my thirsty eyelid,
the cry with out tears that cheers a gloomy envy,
her roars so thunderous,
no need of lightning nor rumbling,
i can hear her voice so venturous,
she that illuminates the sky, and fulminates cries,
of days, weeks of flights leaves me no might,
distance creeks of hints we can’t bank on,
of your shoulders i would like to rest on,
cautious rails, rocky trains it will prevail,
all set yet to unveil.
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