Cool on the surface, Melted on the inside
Gentle waves blowing, Time bends again
Afraid of its glow, Intrigued by its mystery
Standing in the doorway, Running a solid race
The heart paces on, A single light shining bright
Muddled in a daze, Too unaware to let go
Jagged are the lines, Soft is her heart
Opening to a window, Opening to the stars
Finding solid ground, Caressing common sound
Lending his timeless ticker, Spinning in open air
The ancient world turns, Sleeping hearts acquiesce
Soft and clammy hands, Cold and hampered breath
Receiving grace again, Nothing else could matter
Winding roads converge, Hearts may yet indulge
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