This water, this rain on your skin
This fire, this lava in your heart
What do i love, what do i desire
This heart is an organ of fire
There rises a great tempest in the sea but I am asleep
From the depths of these waters the future looks bleak
Out beyond the waves there’s no turning back
Is it my reflection that shimmers in black
These liquid mirrors won’t freeze the lines on my hand
I trace and erase my face in the sand
I sit in my bones looking out from the hill
The snow is melting and the earth is still
– Nausher

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