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where between moon and sun the sky will dream a river
threading soul by stitch of breath in eye of needles sliver
light before morning born casting reflection in her hair
of such has my life been worn and unto these hands deliver

they where only tears without the wind
falling in a pool of dreams and thoughts in woven knots
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Posted: Apr 2015

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candykid
Outstanding elo....love it man..thumbs up
beautifulyou
how often you communicate a deep reverence for
the sacred within you and all around you elo.

if god but had one voice your voice could be of
such rose
madtat29
Hmnn...nice...props
avias
The "sky dreaming a river"...natural world again held in reverence. Lovely thoughts...Avias
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