Being told of loss
words become secondary
the heart May scream
For a dream
must contain
love, its mystique
eyes open in shelter
yet outside a wild
fury of natural passion
will wait, does wait, can wait
good morning tearful eyes.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
for Zelda
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