The Cello

So something's taking shape in front of me But now my heart is nearly out of my chest, Thumping in eagerness for Christflame majesty, Flaming forth in you my wild-worst best. The pang is real when a heart is exploding Wails to triumph in a lover's earth arms, Longing in each each leaf, tree, poem... Continue Reading →

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