With a flame that slips underneath tomorrow
Each memory flows from within
A tower of decisions
A flowering of a friend
Our visions walk together
Then spread their wings and bend
A fire of giving
A fire to tend
Not one ember left alone
Not one shadow by one's side
A rose of a candle's light
Is a passion not to die
The shimmer of the lake of emotions
Flow up and freely fly
A wave of softness
A pool to hold the tears that cry
When the sky of violet
Overwrites the grey
A sun of understanding
Will forever pay the way
No cost to be a giver
No deed too small to share
A world of together
A world of care
byİbelladora3@aol.com
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In the ancient space of genes
live the memories of the future.
They prance and burn with passion
in the corner of our eye.
We quicken with ideas
to see the vision appear.
Perhaps we imagine ourselves alone,
each orb of ego separate.
Perhaps we wish for oneness,
so we never float alone.
Maybe our fate is a simple sound,
the breath of linked hearts
in the wind of worlds apart.
Is the design pre-cast
in the life-energy's fire?
Or can confidence say,
it's our choice
it's our desire.
İMagickind@aol.com
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