Surface

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On the surface beyond which no one looks –

a calm ocean,

a mirrored plane,

life continual.

 

The surface of my skin

may crack under melancholy and strain,

but perhaps even that

passes unseen.

 

The surface of my heart

in darkness waits –

untouched, yet guarded,

for love’s tender touch.

 

For only your touch –

key turned in lock,

at destiny’s feet

will move the surface of my soul.

 

 

 

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