Weaving Life
And ever has it been that love knows not it's own depth until the hour of separation ~Kahlil Gibran~
Tuesday, April 14, 2026
you, my dear are the dear beyond words
you are a feeling unnamable
you are a knowing familiar
you are the smile and the tears that percolate on my face
you are a friend from pasts
my bones, they know you
when you touch them
3/2019
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