On the day of our lively birth
we do not remember
but in this land
a gathering of stranger friends
in the fields
we'll undergo.
Take your seat on the bus
eager passenger;
brothers and sisters
of intimacy, surrender.
Swimming in the waves of music
our liberated bodies danced around the fire
holding hands in
the world; we lived in it rather than on it.
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Author:
Lovett4166 (
Offline) - Published: February 1st, 2017 00:23
- Category: Nature
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Great write
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