Awaiting the satin luck
Tune of peaceful bliss
Caressed in dreams
Absolutely his
Sworn to yearn
Breathless without stirs
Wrapped in delight
Absolutely hers
Torn from realm
Blinded by oath
Embraced in passion
Absolutely both
She Catches Butterflies
Her wonder is compared to an adventurous child. Tiptoes among the young and old. She sees the vastness of pain and reason. Chasing butterf...
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If I sat quietly inside my mind, I might be able to pinpoint the absolute. If I stir up the passions and beauty of all that I feel, I could... -
I found my voice! I really found it! The clarity of it all came to me, not in a dream, not in a note, from within me. The power of my ... -
Depression is Manageable I have to unlock this door; the latch is rusty, the hinges are weak, and the door is soaked with tears. My ha...
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