here are these moments
powered by these mysterious winds
transformed by alchemy of days upon days
shooting out
into the blessed four corners
taking deep breaths
we come together inside
no matter what story persists
in your thoughts about who you are
or who you wish to be
the sound of buried silence emanates from the wants
and desires in those precious eyes
love fuels my dream
while below I wish for a seed
that could sprout forth desired destiny
I cannot judge the powers
from which you originated
and I cannot forget the places we travelled
and when its right we know its right
"oh, it's hard to love, oh, its hard not to love"
Edie Brickell"
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