The rise of the tide
The falling crashing waves
Of pleasure and pain
Of seeing you and not
Again in the trapsetry
Behind the running wolves
Behind the running horses
Wild and free...
Runs he.
Despair not little one
Joys and sorrows
Are mixed flavours
Of a sweet candy
Called existence.
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