demilia
Is the Lamb and the Dog. But is the Women? Or has that leaf been blown away? Why is it that things must settle, why not always be wild? Wild as the wind. Maybe that is the last thing untouched...
The light that hovers ahead. Draw to by air through thin webs, It the light that hovers up head. I draw to you under these covers. Thank you dear light in my head.
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