Traveling through the membranes of your soul.
It's deep in those eyes.
The lowest, cavernous deep had rare gems.
You usually keep them hidden
behind fear of confinement.
So restless.
Hush meandering soul,
as you are never mine,
but I will adore you,
as your footsteps trace the earth.
Carry those rare gems
and collect new ones.
I will view them preciously,
and never take for granted that you showed them to me.
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