beating the rhythm of days gone by, knowing and growing with the feeling of flight, hearts and hearts together in twined, pumping our blood will never unwind, never losing the feathers of gods greatest gifts, A thunderstorm of a motion move us like a polar shift
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Author:
amorrell1 (
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- Category: Love
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- Users favorite of this poem: BRIAN & ANGELA
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WELCOME AMORE ~ Love the Greek script ~ fortunately i had a Classical education so was able to transliterate! The HEART (as you say) is basically a BLOOD PUMP ~ BUT ~ it is also the seat and recorder of our emotions! My experience is that when my HEART beats in harmony with another's tat is LOVE ! Thanks for sharing BRIAN
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