Each breath creates
possibilities
Blooming in the
abyss of night
I count each beat
My heart utters
Holding back
morning light
I guess at what
your eyes may say
And know it's right
where your hand may lay
Upon me
Along me
Inside.
--Diva
Thursday Short Run, Little Dry Creek
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I have not posted to my blog in forever, so here I am before Google deletes
me.
2 years ago
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