Monday, September 7, 2009
"Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back"..
~ Plato Shape Your kisses feel softer than the evening air your eyes brighter than the flames of planets far and beyond Your whispers softer than a Monarch’s wings In spirit rising I am aloft and adrift yet still centred in my sphere Long days may wax and wane notable might be muted but your silent...
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