Sweet are you,

in humbling display.

I feel you trailing me,

and shy away.

 


Why do you grasp me?

I don’t feel you, yet

you ensnare me.

 

Why do you run,

endlessly?

Your beauty, always shadowed,

does not age.

 

Do not take me,

leave me be,

 

squanderer,

pilferer,

 

leave me be.

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