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Come; take my hand and run
away with me
into the dusky woods before
the stars wake up to watch us.
Come; let us run away
and spend a year
amongst mists and silver pine-trees
under eyes of stars and let us
dance the rhythm lost; together
slip through roughly salted fingers
of other worlds.
Come; run away with me
into the darkness, dressed
in moonbeam feathers
to sleep under the stars and to forget
the times we tripped
over, eachother.
Come; now
I want you to hold my hand,
to float and flee and fly
away with me.

1 Apr 06

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beautiful poem.
 — varun

thank you varun!
 — sparrow

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