these fingers reach
this heart touches
you
from that sacred space
within,
where there are no questions
to be asked
or answered,
only a quiet presence
of something,
a flame perhaps,
burning alone,
for you,
for everything.
this heart touches
you
from that sacred space
within,
where there are no questions
to be asked
or answered,
only a quiet presence
of something,
a flame perhaps,
burning alone,
for you,
for everything.
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