It hits the floor. On its way, you feel it.
Floating, making you float.
Making the warmth within.
Pulling you down to a slow hum.
You smile and know where you are.
It all seems alright for a moment.
It all feels okay, and for just that moment, you let it.
You inhale. You exhale. You let it.
You close your eyes.
You let yourself be what you expect…
You let yourself be…
Tl Stafford
10/01/1998
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So, you write poetry too? Nice.
Yeah, decades of books filled penned filled with sappy and depressing poems LOL…
Mini soap operas. How nice.
lol… yeah
apparently, I can’t write. “Filled penned filled”. uhg
Wow…
Thank you! 🙂
You are very welcome!🤗
Ummm… you’re good mister!
Aww, thank you! I appreciate you saying so.
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