count to ten and let it sink in
eleven seconds feels like forever
might as well count it to death
as the raspy sound of howling wind blows over your hair
leaving familiar traces of two intangible dreams
dreamed by two intertwined dreamers
classic and superficial
darling, it's no hollow victory
when the feet happened to feel the ground
the gravity has finally been in touch around
the darkness can no longer find its way home
darling, i can still hear our voices echoing
all of the trembling and the wailing
force a subtle grip of retaliating
but at what cost?
fair winds and following seas, i shouted from afar
as i moved my feet towards the shining stars
a sole wanderer of the land across
letting go of the one who once she treasured the most
marking that at least one of the two sailors
is no longer lost.
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