A hustle of freedom
A whisper of joy
A drop of Salvation
Of your love I employ.
The heart beat of my days
The pulsing of my very skin
The cream atop the milk
The milk in which the mouse fell in.
Upon a branch
Upon a limb
Upon I leaf I do comprehend
A movement such as one might make
When creeping softly not to wake
A movement of the kind a kind bird makes.
A swollen heart
A heavy eye
A never-ending lullaby
The promise of true love is ever sweet.
Author notes
Again, like 3 lines, really weird...came to me in an unrecognisable tune and left me through words on a page..hope you try to see what I paint.
From "unco" with love :)
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Well this is the practiuse we have to share when you are ther in love..the things are always same in every love..and the fate is the same as well..well said..
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