Two soul intermingle
cross paths on a sunny day,
brilliant in mind’s prosperity
cherish our world while others too
begin a sojourn
a travel of mystique and beauty,
that elegance
that human condition,
indescribable tones.
(part 3)
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I'm a teacher, again
To me writing is currently a release. I haven't quite decided to what degree it is I'm searching within my words, yet, I feel something matters somewhere, right?
