Monday, August 31, 2009
What’s love got to do with it? I’d say just about everything…
Rainfall As all your sympathy and praise engulfs me I feel the fingertips of time rest gently upon my shoulders They become weightless and erase all my weeping As you give yourself to me not as fugitive but so utterly selfishly with neither cling nor clamor you fill the estuaries of my longings and...
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