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In the Moment
In the moment
of his coming,
he whispers in
unknown tongues.
Or is it that I haven’t
learned his language yet?
With him, I step
from my cluttered mind
into a space where only earth
and sky frame our acts of love.
of his coming,
he whispers in
unknown tongues.
Or is it that I haven’t
learned his language yet?
With him, I step
from my cluttered mind
into a space where only earth
and sky frame our acts of love.
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