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Monday, January 25, 2016
Angel Without Wings
Angel without Wings
Memories
My angel without wings;
A breath of fresh flowers
In the atmosphere,
A daydream of gladness.
A smile ripens in her mouth
Dropping seeds into my heart
As she bites her tongue.
Silence is a language of the heart
It can ease us
Into what we want to say.
I spend my time
Revering her silence.
Thinking is a complex business. I locate myself here at my computer, Like an insect that has no place else to go. From this distance in time, time does not forget memories nor the seasons in the sun. I'm going to fill my pockets with stones to slow the passage of time so that those memories may last forever.
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