Like a never ending story
The short sight of these words
Face value, a paraded glory
I yearn to rise as with the birds
Taking flight in the right season
Destination home in the remaking
Your arms are shelter, you are my reason
Heart given to the breath taking
Developing the life we yearn to see
Inverted negatives on display
Exposures in process reveal it all to be
Perfect moments hanging in the balance of all things gray
You are my museum of beauty and grace
More than something surface, rather the soul that I embrace...
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