Inroads East, pathway of discoveries, elation, mishaps and erected futures.
Take nothing from my breath, usher within its fragrance, know who I am.
Moments carve into time, savoring their presence, swirling about tongues of memory, fading, never evaporating into the abyss.
Where now is the the coming joy, words yet unspoken hold mysteries of undulating whispers of love.
Patiently the morrow seeps to the sea, with you in, perpetuum.
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