Open arms should you feel to be held,
time is not but a fleeting of breath felt;
take your eyes into mine,
interprete stars eruption & consign
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forever traveling the wind...
you & myself on wing.
YOU ARE READING
Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...
