Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Not Letting Go
They all tell me to let it go, but I will never let it go, I will keep it buried in my heart, it will never leave me, and I will recall it endlessly, until the day that I die, it will live with me, right here inside of me, it will be my truth and my spirit and my soul, and no-one will ever be able to interrupt it, it will be a part of the love that I give and take, and in every step that I take it will take those steps with me.
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