To Rudimentary Instances of Shaping the Heart -
April 2nd, 2004
Soft light stands still and in its wake follows her
fleeting steps,
She graces the ground, barely touching and floats to
me in ever-fading dreams,
Consciously aware of nothing, I breathe for the first
time and there is dawn in her eyes,
A million more futures unfold before me and I am once
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