heart s gaze a heartfelt sigh a ribbon of colour a moment in time Delicate. * * * I step from rock to rock from cloud to cloud knowing Balance. continuing we are close the lamps light our paths and the hmm begins. in the quietness I leave my body rarefied, to you. Doom would be a day older than itself. Yet I would be a fruit to be picked. The Night comes closely even tighter. I could lift Veils Yet one cannot be embittered. This holy ground on which we walk is writ, holy writ. In the tears straight fury we walk a treasured path, flowers at our feet. The moons quandary is to know which person to follow. And the skies and the seas quake for our fathers, whom we would love. A heart calls Little feet run wonder is in the offspring. In the service of starlight the fiery elves play. down on one knee, I wait.
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