I wanted to begin a healing process with something that…
When the dust settles And all is quiet and still,…
“Come back home to me”, Sang the bird who only…
Our passion set free Was disguised as a prison, Used…
Your wandering eyes, They see all existing things, All except…
Life is the ever growing seed.
Love, love is the water.
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