Love Letter From the Soul Vii
Brava,
Effortlessly you glide across my horizon
smooth milky white reflection of peace
bathed in salts of yesteryear
bringing forth only the promise of tomorrow
there is a battle
not taking a place in a field
covert, hidden from half naked eyes
the gun's already loaded
and the trigger's in your hand
green ghosts float afar
blue visions shine within
be versed, be patient
love will not run
as there is no race
when paradise is already found
hide but don't hide
let these whispers be your guide
Tango
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