Quaking Leaves
Leaves quaking gently near me | like it's springtime; memories of pollen, like perfume, misting the air, inhaled in ardor, creating dreams fair and translucent, like precious and illuminated thought. This is salvation, separation from pain of experience, living without fear in your Love you're in fear. Without living experience of pain from separation, salvation is this thought, illuminated and precious like translucent and fair dreams, creating ardor in inhaled air; the misting perfume-like pollen of memories. Springtime, it's like me, near gently quaking leaves |
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