A starting point. A beginning.
Seven thousand feet and an old Mountain Road,
park on the edge of insanity and let your mind
wander, you, filter shadows, and light.Watch as sun particles bleed into the darkness
and you gaze into my face, eyes twinkling like
blue stars. Mesmerized by the beauty of love,
and a new experience.I wanted you to see the depth of this
place, of my soul.and how city life can diminish the openness and
vulnerability of existence.But, we've just begun to feel...
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Vulnerable
PoetryBe careful to whom you give your heart; they don't have to be perfect, but they need to be consistent in how they apply themselves through the right efforts. I, of mind, body, and spirit am vulnerable. Once a woman who thought that happiness was bro...