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My whole and entire is YOU When LOVE-soul-connect happened At once I knew I was not "I" I was "YOU" Not that magnificent as I wanted to I'm not above others, not lower them I was covered with dust and ice till then But now, I can see a thousand births On your sunlit sparkle dazzle You turn my vacance illuminate Foggy became our image of "I" You just cleared the smoke screen light Within days, Our lives drenched Strayed from life to wanderlust again Natural it was for us to connect To let us play "AGAPE LOVE" game Nothing ever un-stitches our bond No scissors nor knives makes the cut Stayed, huddled and jagged You & I - BE part of the cosmic "ONE" Now, none is wasted in dictum of Holocene We have arrived on a ramp of LOVE Head over heels, drove down the streets Like Thelma and Louise on our feet OUR LOVE feels like epochs We be the DUST of the wind And we think we are still "FREE"
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC
Hollow Bright
My whole and entire is YOU When LOVE-soul-connect happened At once I knew I was not "I" I was "YOU" Not that magnificent as I wanted to I'm not above others, not lower them I was covered with dust and ice till then But now, I can see a thousand births On your sunlit sparkle dazzle You turn my vacance illuminate Foggy became our image of "I" You just cleared the smoke screen light Within days, Our lives drenched Strayed from life to wanderlust again Natural it was for us to connect To let us play "AGAPE LOVE" game Nothing ever un-stitches our bond No scissors nor knives makes the cut Stayed, huddled and jagged You & I - BE part of the cosmic "ONE" Now, none is wasted in dictum of Holocene We have arrived on a ramp of LOVE Head over heels, drove down the streets Like Thelma and Louise on our feet OUR LOVE feels like epochs We be the DUST of the wind And we think we are still "FREE"
FREE from Life, FREE to LOVE
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC
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