Like sand washed by the tides
over and over again,
or mist rolling into a valley…

I am slipping through your fingers

as the moon waxes and wanes,
and the wind keeps calling my name
I seek the answer to my yearning
in your eyes,

yet your mouth is set
in the line which is drawn between
us, you being unaware in your
contentment and dreams of
white fences…

whilst my heart beats wildly
and the dream fades…

I feel myself

slipping through your fingers

YURI DURAAN

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