Even this late it happens; the coming of love, the coming of light. you wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrows dust flares into breath. some would say that my actually getting married was a miracle. i feel that someone turning his life around for the better is a miracle. goodmorning.
Posted on: Wed, 23 Oct 2013 03:27:34 +0000
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