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Arms of the Son

Arms of the Son There’s a story in My heart Shifting Shifting Worlds apart Beyond The soul And spirit There Beyond the Message in The air I breathe The time and Space Between Engaged with Illusion or So it seems… Read More »Arms of the Son

With Her

I don’t Love her as A sailor or A fisherman loves The open sea I don’t Need to be Tested on A boat Knocked Around to Admire her In love I love The ocean from The wave to The beach… Read More »With Her