Love Song
How
hold my soul to not touch yours?
How should I raise it to the other things, about you?
I come under any lost,
in a strange and silent corner where you shudder
could not spread.
But whatever we play, you and I,
unites us, like a bow stroke, a single voice
start of two strings.
what instrument we tightened? What
which hand strikes us forming that sound?
Oh, sweet song!
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