Two loving hands, two loving creatures

Two loving hands, two loving creatures,
Oh, tell me, where you are?
Like time through sands your lovely features
Will worm me here and far,

Until I’m worn and dead
And turned into the one,
Who’s like some burned up bread
Or charcoal under sun.


26-10-1998


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