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I marvel at the reconsideration Of past iterations forgone due to lack of substantiation. At the you inside of every bridled motion of my self reminiscent of itself. Let me worry, let me toil, simply so that I can know In you The moment of no worry, of no toil. Let me worship every hour that we can spoil Forgotten Or rather, unnoticed. Let me pray at the feet of this moment So that it may be said that I Appreciated every little piece of it And that I may speak these words Only so that you may hear them once, And again, and yet some more. |
Let me worship every hour that we can spoil Let me pray at the feet of this moment Wonderful stuff! I like the definitions of "chill" above it, also. It really helps to frame the piece. Did you take the photo? I really enjoyed this. Jane | Posted on 2011-12-19 00:00:00 | by JanePlane | [ Reply to This ] | Very nice. Oh for my memories to serve as well as my opinions. At some point we are left with feelings where memories used to be. Nice prayer there. | | Posted on 2011-11-18 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] | |