immanuel santos - modest love

my body is pulling down on you
five feet below and arms to crow
the approach couldn't ordain, how?
but your senses vergely grown.

I loss my sight, seeing only one side
and walk on my feet swift the ground
wholly jumpy my heart want to shout
ouch, im teared out, blemish my tangs.

the feelings rose high across
didn't fright to prose, disputed them all
for this melody will vent you float,
demeanor your soul and stir your thoughts.

a piece of silence paint you special
more than a series of an anecdotal
pick any word and it caress you all over
rhythm of actions talk more deeper.

immanuel santos

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