Beckon

Passages
Our hands touch
Every heartbeat
Slips below surface

Places
Bound to a center
Further than the edge
Dreams stream

People
Filtering voices
Secrets infused sweetness
Invisible strings

Praises
Kisses blown to the wind
Encircled by patient arms
Spirited hymns

 
 
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