What shall be shall
In the sway of her volition
To see into her spirit
If attempting to play in tune
With the spiritual harmony of love’s
grace
In this universe be the tune of the
vagrant
Then I be but a homeless dreamer
Sailing for an island in the stars
Wanting her vulnerability
Like the proper distance from the
heat
To produce sustainable life
Drinkable streams flowing, flowing,
flowing
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