Finity
The sky would make love to me
with gentle fingers of wind-born light.
with gentle fingers of wind-born light.
posted by Velvet at 2:09 PM
A stream of creative writing, questioning and contemplation of any vein of thought relevant to the enhancement of a meaningful life and to the construction of a civilization of love.
posted by Velvet at 2:09 PM
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