What if?

Fight it don't invite it
Leave it sounding depth
In oceans far or windswept skies
Clean as when they became

Ask do not mask
Though troubled mind reside
Calculate the risks of standing
This battle takes your life

Hands not demands
Freely given or taken hold
Bold as to love in decision
Where passion leads the fray

Miss forgotten kiss
Notes of depth on bureau's brow
For moments of this world's weight
Deny flight, hope and dreams

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