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acceptance, all I really know, bliss, love, nothing more than this, poetry, soul memory, time, touch, trust
however lost
are moments past
now folded into days
and pushed against
the places I can’t reach
lessened by my leaving
a memory returns
of another life –
a place
I’ve sworn to be
when choosing comes
take my hand
lest we lose our way
imagine us a moment without end
welcomed recognition
of each eternity –
where love awaits
the choice to love
again
. . .
A mystery in being, eternity is, and waits, for the lost to be found again
It’s one of my favorite things – being found! ❤
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