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I learned the words,

Memorized to heart.

Dream them in my sleep,

This alphabet of love.


We pay a price,

This infinite intimacy.

No destiny here,

Only burdened cargo.


I am no longer thirsty,

Quenched and satisfied.

Love’s sweet strike,

Shall never bloom perennial.


copyright Es-tee Miller

“The bell strikes one. We take no note of time But from its loss.”…Edward Young

About redcontroversy

I'm a stargazing,skywatching,storm loving, sungazing addict. Environmentalist, political blogger, professional photographer, writer, artist...my favourite quote is: "If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive". ~ Eleonora Duse ~ ...my soul is definitely alive.
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