for gaïa
these eyes bright w/ hope & love
wait for another
where years burn their vigils yet i
look upon another
every spark of a lusty season comes
risen for another
plowing under senses in the blind wave
seeking for another
always & again left in the rain
hope upon another
i yet will fall cold alone & raging
never for another
but only for you:
my gaïa
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