To be in love and to be with love

I thought I could see the stars clearly. Yet what I thought I was or what I should be is weighting my head down to my feet. The impossible being more than I already am. Who can divide eternity into a pie? Or who can add to infinite? The more I eat and drink ofContinue reading “To be in love and to be with love”

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