To meet eyes with one,
To meet eyes with many.
Seedlings emerging.
Roots birthing.
No bridle in sight.
The mesmeric fusion,
Of two that sow one,
Uncovering a variety of a thousand suns,
That unveil this auspicious weaving of life.
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See AllI know you seek my words, to see if I exist - and wonder where I am, in the world of sunken mists. but darling these roots have died, my...
horizons are changing, leaves, turning... I feel light as the crisp air. I feel a change within. keep going.
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