The aches of my soulno one can heal for methis early evening.May a therapy of words cover meflowing from the heart.
Therapy




The aches of my soulno one can heal for methis early evening.May a therapy of words cover meflowing from the heart.
What was this lucky evening for the two of us? I opened the doors of my heart. The moment you came in, I closed them again.
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
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…
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