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22 Years and Counting
22 Years And Counting ( Recovery From Life) The separation of love from soul a dreadful death itself. Stripped of denial, now a raw wound, time is the only true cure, requiring a rebirth of the soul again into love. Love surrounds me. It is in a child’s smile, an elder hand, withered, wise. Words of support and kindnesses, Common courtesies, welcoming hugs, respectful endearments and tentative encounters of barely intimate moments. Love shows with the rising sun, and gentle rains, and the reality that I exist. There are things of love collected, a consolation of time, unfulfilled, stimulation, compensation. And the longing begins to pry itself from a place so deep within you cannot believe it will grow. Though you have nurtured loves, a small child, a withered hand, the deep inhalation that whelms the heart, eludes you. No euphoria of endorphins no soothing voice assurance no melting touches of comfort the ultimate soul mate death. Now, poetry of love, known by others Soothes my soul, for a moment, fills my senses With euphoria of that first love in written word So I do not forget.
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