Above it all

With my face buried in her hair

And my chest pounding at her breast

I am above the worries of things

Above the money and jewels of kings

Above the common suffering

Above everything

Above it all

short poem

◄ Oh what express – what

Be Still Be Wild ►

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Thu 25th Jan 2018 21:33

Colin, Thanks!

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Mon 22nd Jan 2018 19:26

excellent - love it!

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