This

Some things aren’t deep
They’re enveloping in their freedom
 
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This heaven felt
This real
I don't know...
I to often lose my way until
The braying of a thousand worlds become
As distant wind chimes in my mind
In your arms the pain and toil
The doubt of reckoned day
They melt
They fade away and I can breathe
Remember what it is to feel
To be
The importance of who I am
Measured only in your eyes
And heal