Slow

Cornered box and yellowed hollows,

Slowly moving harvest rains,

tracks of those unrested nights,

in your arms and by your side.

And yet its a breaking chord that binds,

its fibre weakening with silence and time,

go slow my lover on this heart of mine,

crush it at once, don’t push the borders,

quicker is better with time it gets harder.

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