Love is a feeling
which must flow without thinking
If you have to think
is this love, that I’m feeling
there is no flow, thus no love
Archive for September, 2012
As nightfall begins
I always pray it won’t break
since dawn does each day
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Leaves fall from the tree
but they always land softly
then wind picks them up
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The wind is so cool
never does he put on airs
it’s just who he is
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You give
they take
you thrive
You hold tight
they let go
you fall
You stay
they fly
you are lost
They wander
you search
though not for them
They return
you journey on
they become still
Your eyes close
you see through
they see you
Heartspell 