A feather softly landed.
Let it lie.
'Tis an attribute of another name.
Eternal light,
Not intermittent flame.
When called through lips
A sound, a kiss.
When a breath says “love”
It’s lost to winds,
Only to land
if it flies again.
Let it lie.
'Tis an attribute of another name.
Eternal light,
Not intermittent flame.
When called through lips
A sound, a kiss.
When a breath says “love”
It’s lost to winds,
Only to land
if it flies again.
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