Day 18: Time to Reflect

Just behind the beating of our hearts Our lovely spirits reside Our unspoken emotions dwell Our fettered passions rest silently Waiting to be aroused. Behind the beating of our hearts, Our undreamt dreams still sleep, Our love, though real, is illusive Our impassioned spirits boil quietly, Anxious to be discovered. Behind the beating of our... Continue Reading →

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