Cerulean
Thursday, June 26, 2014
All-At-Once
My soul whispers words so sweet
From faraway close to you.
To listen is serene treat,
With beauty discovered true.
Let us start night at midday
While brightness of sun remains,
And silently with eyes say
What exists inside our veins.
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