Be still
Posted by MoonGyrl on September 9, 2013
Be still my beating heart,
at long last I sing to thee…
A sting that left me apart
to and fro, alas a lark…
Has entered the horizon,
a glaze for ablaze…
The moon has no fear;
it is always near.
The sun is my son
but the soul is sole.
Water is therapy…
heating on the skin of antiquity.
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