like the ebb and flow
of the timeless tides,
and in the silent space
between,
a fountain of love
is birthed
in the pregnant pause
between
feeling empty and full.
of the timeless tides,
and in the silent space
between,
a fountain of love
is birthed
in the pregnant pause
between
feeling empty and full.
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