Like a whisper of love
let the light come
and define your contours;
let me see you ripple in the dark.
Like a tree looking at its own image,
let your myriad leaves
shimmer
in the magical moment...
just for a beautiful instant
before you break into the truth
of what you are, a light, a lamp, a beacon for the lost
let the light come
and define your contours;
let me see you ripple in the dark.
Like a tree looking at its own image,
let your myriad leaves
shimmer
in the magical moment...
just for a beautiful instant
before you break into the truth
of what you are, a light, a lamp, a beacon for the lost
Image credit: Anna. a
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