Oceans
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Harvest of Tears
it goes down the cheek of our fields, prayers like rain, like tears, these kisses of heaven? I couldn’t have guessed this was a Garden. What. Blossoms of Your Breath. Your Breath. Oceans of Words, reaching in me, in me. As if I were just ONE child You had, and wherever I went You followed Continue reading
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I respect you..
…your time here, your life; it maybe far different from mine, yet here for a breath we meet, brothers / sisters in a time like ne’er before… I respect that your presence, your heart is the physical manifestation of God; we are so alike, we are different but alike in ways too many to not Continue reading
