A looker, a watcher, a lover, are you?
I see you perched on the same trees,
every day and night.
Sometimes you climb down to hold me,
tight in your arms, like you -
you would never let me go.
That's when I swirl you off my arms,
I let you slip through the winds,
I watch you disappear.
Am I a looker, a watcher or a lover?
Many old voices ask this elf.
I sink in my pleasures, can
but only smile.
Flowing hair, calculated walks,
I know this world,
as it knows me true.
Are we lookers, watchers, or lovers?
Those who live true,
who breathe,
are we?
*work in progress or shall be abandoned in this state.
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