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to my palm
To the song of heart,
your heart
that plays softly between
my fingers
while silver strings
harmonize
across the breast of want
that lingers
Nested in an empty moon
our moon
that sings to the muted distance
lies a calm
found between two isles
of dreams
that drifted from your lips
to my palm
your heart
that plays softly between
my fingers
while silver strings
harmonize
across the breast of want
that lingers
Nested in an empty moon
our moon
that sings to the muted distance
lies a calm
found between two isles
of dreams
that drifted from your lips
to my palm
Published 21st Jul 2017
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21st Jul 2017 1:16am
As the night lies... some hearts will align in purity, whilst others lie shaped in the dirt ! 👑🎈😎🌷🌞
21st Jul 2017 4:57pm
