Thursday, October 25, 2012

I NEVER WRITE POEMS

I handle light
I breath the freedom of space
the space between your hands
between your cells
between your thoughts

I forget
I miss the sight of you
the feel of your grace
the sound of your moment
the calm of your storm

I revive
my light
my soul
my purpose 
to feel you again
to hear you
to relive in your bliss

To remember
myself

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