A quiet heavy burden
like tree roots won't let go
twisting gnarled grasping fingers
around the dying embers
of my heart.
Treading thin the ice
of faded dreams
Slow work of the intricacy
of design
Bigger picture than imagination
you are my new fascination
When we finish burning
paper mountains that we
built ourselves,
we'll raise up a city
built on the burden of love.
We are hungry and restless
and the twisting roots of desire
won't let go.
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