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. *In an anthem of doubt the wind song resonates passionately through natures’ cocooned embrace ,           heart’s echoes manifest                     thrive and bear fruit.                     unspoken hearts enflamed                     in poetic supplications ,           soul rejuvenation , a flake of love sown a spark of hope evident a burning bonfire metamorphosed ,   wildfire fanned by the muse           a shameless passion                     insatiated thirst                     unsatiated taste buds                     a hungry heart craving ,           an unsatisfied desire to be spellbound the moment of love at long last , imbibed in deepest heart subsisting coddle ,           held like life sustaining breath                     take me to your secret throne                     lead me down                     your garden pathway moans ,           where all your secrets will be known , let me taste the beauty of your naked sacred stone ― please don’t make me wait forever                     longing to be warm                     in the frigid cold aloneness                     curling my back          to a fading  memory          where you used to lie at dawn* ...          wild is the wind  11. 27. 2016
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Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 11:01 AM UTC
where you used to lie at dawn ...
. *In an anthem of doubt the wind song resonates passionately through natures’ cocooned embrace ,           heart’s echoes manifest                     thrive and bear fruit.                     unspoken hearts enflamed                     in poetic supplications ,           soul rejuvenation , a flake of love sown a spark of hope evident a burning bonfire metamorphosed ,   wildfire fanned by the muse           a shameless passion                     insatiated thirst                     unsatiated taste buds                     a hungry heart craving ,           an unsatisfied desire to be spellbound the moment of love at long last , imbibed in deepest heart subsisting coddle ,           held like life sustaining breath                     take me to your secret throne                     lead me down                     your garden pathway moans ,           where all your secrets will be known , let me taste the beauty of your naked sacred stone ― please don’t make me wait forever                     longing to be warm                     in the frigid cold aloneness                     curling my back          to a fading  memory          where you used to lie at dawn* ...          wild is the wind  11. 27. 2016
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Dec 2, 2016 at 11:01 AM UTC
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