back in time can be so real.
A hand, a touch, a sense, a feel.
The loving never really dies away.
No matter all the ways we're led astray.
alone, and growing weak,
she used her energy to speak it all.
Nonsensical at times, yet still profound.
Following the circles round and round.
life, of love and all the feelings rarely
ever spoken of at all. Circular, the spiral
rising high into the heavens. Where angels
sing and wings uplift the air.
maiden fair again, within her dreams.
Where all her energy so freely streams
into a moment of forgiveness. Clarity
abounding, as the arms of love
so gently close round her...
? Michaelette ?
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