where there are dreams and windowsA Poem by m.s.earlybefore long lines on the horizon, before the stars, before the moon, in the empty air between us, a pulse through heaven’s gate, a whisper brushed across her name, and the infinite took up residence in the midst of their hearts united. where ivy latched itself, where its roots demanded ground, along the edges of their eternal souls, the constraint of time was not imputed. © 2017 m.s.earlyReviews
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Added on January 3, 2017Last Updated on January 3, 2017 Authorm.s.earlyVAAbout"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..Writing
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