I search

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I search on the letters of the soul,
in the quiet corner where your calm dwells.
The wiry path of loving you whole,
a labyrinth of lights, a sincere dream.
The cause is the same that you keep inside,
echoes of whispers, heartbeats without a centre.
Words are flames that embrace my chest,
where fire and sorrow meet in bed.
I search lit, in the echo of the wind,
the soul that dances, my only breath.
For you, my verses fly like birds to the sky,
and in loving you whole, I have no more longing.