On this darkest night,
Without you near,
I fill up on thoughts of you,
Real and imagined,
And let your stars gaze upon my body,
As I would have you do
Published by Vanessa
Mother, WRITER, artist, student, dreamer, civil and human rights activist,
humanitarian, minister in process, mystic, sentient being.
I write to remember; I write to discover; I write to understand; in order to be closer/higher/connected.
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