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I’m not afraid
of falling –
that’s never been my style
though often I have sensed a willing pull
into the great
of all unknown –
a mystery becoming
at once my flight
my death –
my open arms
filled with something
more than life
more that time and tease
a wealth I knew
do you recall the way
my breath was lost in moments there –
between the dust and day
between the will
of falling
unafraid
. . .
tornadoday 
In love we know life deeply yet we die a thousand times …
………true enough, but who wouldn’t die ten thousand times for but a kiss ❤
Rare indeed the soul who would not
foolish soul……….