may I have
A little of your freedom . . . as
to invest in the Reality of Time
Alone with me today
... As the light is upon you ever so is my heart with love ... so quietly as even a wind .... ....and not to be noticed even by a feather ....I HAVE A GIFT WITH WORDS I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO SAY TO SELL MYSELF LIKE A PRIZE SPECIMEN that is not my style. I am humble of heart as a vessel of love...and of nature gentle through which love is poured. There is nothing that I claim to offer but me.
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