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Topaz dreams and fire flowers Find their way into Shadows and streams In the space between Our hearts and minds Seams of alchemy Blowing stars into birds To touch our courageous Sunlit beams Dripping Kissing We Keep Running from our light Praying that we’ll stay Painting colors oh so bright In the emotions we display Flying We are a painting in one another A brush stroke full of hope A paradox of intimately curious Wings that have found a way to cope Building a birdhouse home On the backs of each other Bones and sacred stones A paradox of intimately curious Wild tornadoes Embracing We walk in dark we walk in day With footsteps often clumsy And telepathy is not as easy as Psychics will convey Your hair is made of flowers Or at least it seems that way Our hearts are painted gold close to The way the yellow birds that play Around us when we stand Glowing in our space Exclusively Beneath the tree We made Where Amen’s tears The sun god Rain Around our love Rushing in rushing out Breathing in breathing out Hold me close push me away Both of us praying the other One will stay Kneeling Pray We are a painting in one another A brush stroke full of hope A paradox of intimately curious Wings that have found a way to cope Building a birdhouse home On the backs of each other Bones and sacred stones A paradox of intimately curious Wild tornadoes This is our butterfly parade © tHE tERRY tREE
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 6:44 AM UTC
Birdsong
Topaz dreams and fire flowers Find their way into Shadows and streams In the space between Our hearts and minds Seams of alchemy Blowing stars into birds To touch our courageous Sunlit beams Dripping Kissing We Keep Running from our light Praying that we’ll stay Painting colors oh so bright In the emotions we display Flying We are a painting in one another A brush stroke full of hope A paradox of intimately curious Wings that have found a way to cope Building a birdhouse home On the backs of each other Bones and sacred stones A paradox of intimately curious Wild tornadoes Embracing We walk in dark we walk in day With footsteps often clumsy And telepathy is not as easy as Psychics will convey Your hair is made of flowers Or at least it seems that way Our hearts are painted gold close to The way the yellow birds that play Around us when we stand Glowing in our space Exclusively Beneath the tree We made Where Amen’s tears The sun god Rain Around our love Rushing in rushing out Breathing in breathing out Hold me close push me away Both of us praying the other One will stay Kneeling Pray We are a painting in one another A brush stroke full of hope A paradox of intimately curious Wings that have found a way to cope Building a birdhouse home On the backs of each other Bones and sacred stones A paradox of intimately curious Wild tornadoes This is our butterfly parade © tHE tERRY tREE
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 6:44 AM UTC
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