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A Poem Under the winter night sky/ I wander & wonder/ For whom does your love sing/ in the distant silence?/ The answer wrapped in a gift/ of ancient wine: delivered by a stranger,/ sparkles like Persied Showers,/ opens to fully breathe/ waits... to simply savor/ through the lips of seasoned freedom/ swirling tastes of embodied hope. Spiritus
My Ideal Person:
A person who shares these values - honesty, respect, open- hearted and interested in exploring the layers of life below and beyond the horizons. More to come with contact........................
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