you are the gift.
immeasurable. the star
of david that transits my sky
once in fourty
or fourhundred years.

I shall not speak to you in
poetry for it would love
make. hush. a mere fleeting
thought could seed a dream. skip
heart's beat. capture the
breath. be spark that rekindles
the flame. stir that love of
life




^ma

01/28/2016

Author's Note: 9th May 2015

Posted on 01/28/2016
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