Lost I am to poetry
Fears of a man
One and many
Captured by a feeling
I poured libation with glee
Everyday yet unaware
Of the blueness of this sea
Lost I am to poetry
Deaf to the voices
Singing trees around me
She was my queen
And I was me
Lost I am to poetry
June was in front of me
Locking lips
Her back asking
Why I told her to let me be
There was my queen
And lost to this sad poetry
Was only me.
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