Let your wings follow the music
Little Angel, dance
We can run away into the lyrics
Take a deep breath
You’ll be fine
Don’t worry
Think Spiritual upcoming
Be one with the celestial bodies
Or focus on your organs only
Whatever makes you feel the most comfortable
Don’t throw away your old Love Letters
Let your Love for the past burn into memories
Leave what was done back there
Don’t go back for it
The past is the past
Remembering that is very important
On this date in 2014…my shell had yet to burst
My soul was darkened with a cover of hard coating
I felt buried
Really, I had been planted
Now, my shell is bursting
I am changing
But is my garden ready for the picking?
An opportunity is waiting…
These words are fresh
Right from the garden of my mind
Come share
In my passionate obsessions
Cooking things right out of the garden
Stirring up ideas
Sautéing emotions
With the heat of brain matter
Fresh Love
For Sale
From my heart to yours
Just think of these words as a new Love Letter from me to you

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