There is
richness in your soul
That at
desperate times translates into thirst
To write
To hug
To meet
The
imagination too strong is also
A power to
create from nothing
To feed
from the sun
And an urge
To spread
wings
And fly
away
To nowhere
-
Everywhere
My strive
for you
Is the love
I hold for you
That I try
to hold as foundation
Without
tumbling down
My soul is
air
And it is
almost unbearable
Unbearably
beautiful
As dancing
to music
Wherever my
body
Can meet my
soul
Lucy
18/01/2019
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