Young loveadmiring,even without “eating”old age is sated…Sated by picturingits finest years…
Satiety
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Forever I strive for the flowers to bloom. For the mountain to always be green. Around loves may there never be raised fences and walls. May they babble like water over pebbles.
O Dreamy Creature
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…