Voyager
P Patti Masterman
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Tiny, inviolate spark
Born in the eye of god
Before eternity started revolving
I would be your harbor
For the long months of winter
My docks are bereft of boat
Lonely and long are the nights
Fain would I feel your nudging
Happily lay awake for your prancing
My resume is in my breath
Desire beats in my breast
Fill the void, start the voyage.
Bu şiiri puanla
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