Avenues to Where, ExactlyA Poem by Alisa Js
the avenue to yesterday is frought with broken dreams and endless
talks about nothing productive careless mishandling of emotional treasures entrusted to the wrong hearts, wrong souls left field, strike three let us remember to let go help us to keep this moment, pristine walls can speak volumes yet, harbor no tongues letters are easy so hard to put down the essence of everything is to love without measure no expectation no judgement just be be in the moment with me share the deepest part of your secret heart's desire no condemnation simply open and free
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Added on December 11, 2014Last Updated on December 12, 2014 |