with the sunset and a breeze.
Palm trees sway from side to side,
as gulls fly by up in the sky.
Like a fainting dream that met its end,
how am I to hold its hands.
Time slips like a firefly,
like its touch that slips right by.
It seems so strong and towers above the rest,
but appears so simple just within reach.
Standing out when least expected,
driving nails deeper and rusted.
Like a veil of shadow that shrouds his heart,
with words of poison that cross my gut.
Silent movements that move so swift,
send you into a mindless rift.
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