why are we
so crudely made
when placed along side
our conceptions of love
we fall miserably short
of caring, listening,
giving, receiving
yet in our dreams
there is no threshold we must cross
the slip into love
is as effortless
as the moon's benediction
after an autumn night's
prolonged slumber
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 11:33 AM UTC
why are we
so crudely made
when placed along side
our conceptions of love
we fall miserably short
of caring, listening,
giving, receiving
yet in our dreams
there is no threshold we must cross
the slip into love
is as effortless
as the moon's benediction
after an autumn night's
prolonged slumber
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