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“Your body is away from me,
but there is a window open
from my heart to yours.”― Rumi


If I could go back
to a world
that made sense,
and untangle the memory of sad events…

I would stand in clearings
where dreams were made,
and breathe in the abundance
of healing shades…
I would sing the anthems
of a timeless earth,
and wait in sanctuaries
for your return…

I would dance
with those
who had been before,
and inhale the fragrance of forest floors…

But the future calls me into grace,
and I feel the essence of your embrace,

in gatherings
that have carried me
all these years,
I’ve held onto them like souvenirs…

And I see your form written against the light,
and you tell me…
“Everything will be alright”…

See you in the future…



I am an unknown introvert who desires to touch the world with a little bit of magic...

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