*The dream ended slowly but of course inevitably like an autumn leaf drifting to the soil.
Not a spirit was disturbed or disordered like waves in a pond but the memories pile on,
one on top of the other, weighing down my heavy heart.
Sweet bliss I have only begun to know thee.*
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 1:28 AM UTC
*The dream ended slowly but of course inevitably like an autumn leaf drifting to the soil.
Not a spirit was disturbed or disordered like waves in a pond but the memories pile on,
one on top of the other, weighing down my heavy heart.
Sweet bliss I have only begun to know thee.*
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