A boy a girl a garden:
it always begins something like this.
You awaken to find rock still pliant
from the Creator's hand, the stars burning free in the twilight
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I hear a confident and haunting visionary voice in your work. Said he who is but a beginner himself. Thanks.
I really liked it. It was sad near the end, but then again looseing love is never a happy matter it is. Lylyanna