A thought for every day
18 thoughts for this day
28 Universes enclosed in
palm of your hand.
And she sings a lullaby
within the walls of the castle,
a blanket of notes
that embrace it,
protecting it from the cold.
not born to tears, daggers,
heresy of betrayal,
apology made of dark rooms,
the silence of God,
pain without reward.
She was born to fly, breathe,
collect, restore,
make love,
this is what she wants:
her wedding dress,
woven of words that have no shadow,
and caress with a "yes" lips girls
King's crown that has for its breath,
diamond scepter beside books
to write together,
and cots which lie golden
Angels and Mermaids,
fed from her breast,
brothers tomorrow is today.
November 28 Good Love my
Ti Amo Samy
Your
Robi
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