As when mortal being down to the earth
as I am from the dust need nothing
but a handful of love even be the blue or white
as when destined by the time yet onto the dust
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You share your quest for the transcendental and your questions about the journey with artistic flair and spiritual integrity. Glorious poetry. love, Allie xxxx
my language when courses from the heart......when I smile I love me and mine the microcosm......the streams of legions as when eternal glimpse....as when some of us simply slump into archives. another beautiful work. keep penning Dr. Love it.