My place by her side

I follow the beating of a heart long dead,

the rhythm of its beat echoes in my head.

Her Spirit is pure, her Spirit is strong

and it’s on her path that I belong.

I stray sometimes out into the wild

like any growing and curious child,

one day I’ll find it, my place by her side

and there in harmony I will abide.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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