May the journey of your past
few days the tears of
soft linen you breath in the
book of life so clean
you preen for others
in time of need no others.
Journeys begin not in sin but
the kiss of life all hold dear.
To the bosom of tears only
half have the joy to know will l
ever know light in this brief flick
of the switch
of he.
Continua spiriting in control of the
stars a moon the sun
does glow just
for you.
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