Sliding on the violin strings
it pesters the soul
for what is left
without the goal
which was one
who enchanted with sparkles
and brought eddy currents
across a plain monotone.
The unrealized proximity
before the formed touch
innocently gazes for serenity,
if not much.
Keep it hazy baby
let it sing more.
let it find the meaning
and stray ashore.
Criminal it is to be
mused of the facade
that was ephemeral
and kept us in shade.
As we move forward
for an unknown voyage
those words may come of use
which remained unsaid.
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