Monday, September 04, 2006

My essence moves in a constant flow
Like a pleasant secret
My heart has the similar meanings
As the wisdoms in occult books
Who I am can be expressed in a kiss
Who I am can be held like a universe
With each passing day
Discovery grows deeper
My soul is a wildflower garden
My awareness stands at attention
Oh how difficult it is to capture
A life so fine with only a half of heart
And a page full of broken sentences
It is like the dust of butterflies wings
Speechless like moonlight on snow


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