I love his/her tears and the way they swirl upwards, where it's always promising to look...and this is where light peeks in and steals us in another dream. Even in the mourning of colours, this is eager, and I feel as if 'cared-for' by consoling hands, or perhaps wings. Much strength and blessing to you~
married to my best friend we met in 1996.
"this joy was dark before it was born"
shouldn i know by now to let go
of the foolish words oh shouldn i know by now
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