• soniacookbroen

work warmth into this fiber.

I alone sat.

quietly with qualms at my back

and beckoning this thought came

burgeoning the breast welling up with fury

of all these thousand years.

For how could my longing be in vain?

How has this world changed in the time between

sleep and dreams

and when the dreamer is awake

does he cease to dream?

Where do I dare lay these thoughts?

Will they ever fall a quiet rainstorm

from the depth of these brown eyes?

The grass is soft as my heart softens and all the day falls

Bliss proceeds

salve and salvation

are the fruits of loves sowing.

Radiating beyond imagination.

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