Nov 2011
With the warmth of the air,
so does the spark of my soul leave.
For a momentary dance in
other places, places other
than my life.
so does the spark of my soul leave.
For a momentary dance in
other places, places other
than my life.
Written by
John David Morris Meriwether
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