No thoughts of me
at summertime. It's a total liberation.
Sure, or not healing,
I rest my shy face.
Change me,
teach me to go.
Oh the lighting says, "Love you goodly,
love always."
I gain peace when there is detachment
which I choose at once.
I sigh,
everything detaches.
I begin dreaming, something
gained in the time and space.
Ache to see. I am
creating. See I am
light.
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