i create
a quiet midnight hour
around me all the time
and migrate myself
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may your nights soon be filled with a real hot blooded passion inspiring hombre! happy new year from all of your very happy readers
You share that ephemeral link between the personal and the divine in this rather lovely poem about loss and love and the anguish of remembering. You express the power of the breath to transform and inspire, while letting the reader feel as well, the depths of your despair at your abandonment. A very moving poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥