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all I really know, heart, life, love, memory, promise, reminders, soul, spirit, stars, time, truth
will e’er there be
a dream too small –
or warmth left unimagined
as trade for love –
we waited more
than years
as witness
to some other dawn
where once we gave a promise
returning life –
from moments
scattered here
remnants of
a million lights –
stars we called by name
vows we made
ten thousand years
ago
another time
the heart decides
each coming back to love –
reminders of
the only truth
I know
. . .
tornadoday 