We speak on the breath of winged messengers
Our souls touch in flights of fancy
The fates have set us before each other
To fulfill our secret desires
Let us hide ourselves from the outside world
Let us seek solace in our stolen moments
May our bodies combine to form as one
And our minds meld into cherished moments, never to be forgotten
The human soul is a life force unto itself, Some are bright, vibrant, powerful, passionate and many are old. There are those souls that are wounded & scarred, some dimmed. Nevertheless...they are souls. The ancient myth is correct: our eyes are the portals to our souls, In our eyes, we see pain, passion, hate, love, strength, kindness. Each soul is unique, and ours to cherish and hold.
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