Crystalline droplets from tender fingers
Like honeyed words to soothe the heart,
A gaze of pure dew that softly lingers
To draw his soul to a place apart.
And guide him home to where there is peace,
With silken fetters that capture and free
The heart that so deeply inside him still longs
To return at his end to the sea.
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