The Use of NarcissusA Poem by SLOVA
Oh! Deep water, where my lover leans
Suffering because he too Is lonely Able only to reach out Fingertips to themselves Mouths to mouths Enduring vanity Wading in your selfish eyes Sweetly cheer the swans from their thrones around your face Silently hark the crows Waiting from the canopies Touch your hands to mine Shimmering drink Take with you my life And in time Even Death Will use you To lure his lover From the meadow banks To his home Where you and I will live Forever In Time.
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