"intimetaly" poems
In the end
All things really are
Intimetaly connected to all others.
All rivers run full to the sea,
Lovers are brought back together,
The perfectly blue days kisses the envading darkness of the night,
Stars collide and thoughts entwine.
We will find a way.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 7:01 PM UTC