Today we are only whatall is nice about us.
Today we turned the blue light of dawn.
You were not a dot dot dot
and I forgot
to grieve everything I'd done.
Enough is not without more
and love's the motion
that heaves the wave to the shore.
Today we have again what had gone.
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crystals like blood in a broken stone
1 comment:
That sounds nice... it´s happened to me more than once... and I do enjoy it terribly, while it lasts... That´s what being stubborn is about...
Besitos, e.
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