hope floats upon tiny wings that keeps my heart fluttering from winter through to spring tripping over my shoestrings you break my fall with your lips your taste still lingers
this connection I have with writing; it feels so good when the words begin to free flow. when they are all out and in the open, I can breathe happily and satisfactorily. My source and self find alignment and I become whole again.
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