Joy is truly the practice of truth:
Honour in equilibrium with desire.
Abiding love treads softly,
Lonely.
Spilling tears, heart wrenched
By time not yet fulfilled.
Will hope sustain?
Waiting.
Captured, fluttering pulse is
Faithful in agony: fidelity--
Feeling what is right before
Fruition.
Spring eternal, wish, and
Loose the dove of dreams
Told backward:
Sapphire.
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