A draw bridge awaits far in the distance,
where both new and old, harmoniously
*resonate*
No thoughts of regret, or precious losses,
only glorious love and
*endless*
ambiance.
*Unconditional*
love, the music playing,
Sweet scent of grass and the first rain.
A place we
*all*
will meet more than once,
for our circle is never complete, never closes.
I long to be there, to meet those waiting,
not yet, not yet, I still have plans
*elating*.






on my face!!
and love
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