Hope, Lethe, And The Angels Of Sleep. {poetry}
Come as you are, and meet me there, where hope flowers,
We can love and bloom forever,
We can love and make it through together.
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Marulé MacKay
He’s Gone, But Her Heart Still Sways To The Rhythm Of This Song.
He is gone, but her heart will not stop swaying to the rhythm of this song, to the branding of these words on her sensitive soul. She has grown and she has been broken into the knowing of that which forever remains: that love cannot play without pain.
A Wild Abandoned Dance. {poetry}
Let her be a fool,
A fool to fall in love with life.
A fool to fall in love with him.
Let her feel him kiss her bloody heart.
Let her kiss his too.
Take it to places it’s never been before.
Dance a sweet salsa of amour fou.