Severed-the strings no longer tie,
I'm free to glide, free to fly;
Yet, I stop to pry-
Was gravity to be defied?
The knower, now, disbanded-
Novelty makes me feel stranded.
As dark skies hold the stars-twinkling,
And silence harbors the bell's tinkling,
I just can't negate this inkling,
To want to have that soul to cling.
Isn't the ocean's arm around the land
That gives the isle its mystery?,
So, won't you now take my hand,
Walk me along this path sans history?
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