Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Sunday, February 7, 2010
The Force of Love (for my mother)
I was so very bound to you, my heart was like a rock, that when gravity was ended was still in the same old spot, and I don't need gravity to speak to me, about the force of the force of love.
Memories of Twinkling Feelings
Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights where the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings.
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