Love Letter From the Soul Xxviii
M,
Pinned down to ways of the world
briefly, breathing mysterious mists
last breaths, I beg not
but if my soul will last
and seek you out
silenced, there is communication
eyes, hands, fated touch
a union of dreams
a reunion of stone
unlocked keys to dimensions
not to be diminished
or chained to foregone whoas
channel me and stream my thought
I am free, floating in an aura of hope
gifted and cherished
the heat has risen
and is stirring inside
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