Two glace holes on the face
Two gates opening to a universe
eyes with glazes
drawing to get on the glances,
the ships different from each other
carry passengers
into the galaxies
into the milky way of intimacy,
uncharted worlds of chicanery,
griefs hidden in the black hole of loneliness
Grief is hidden in loneliness. Intimacy grows with love and affection with life and God. Very amazing drafting shared...10
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... griefs hidden in the black hole of loneliness That's the sad truth!