Healing
Curse these spells,
in a midsummers breeze,
these sholders to bear,
the weight of stone,
from heavons tease.
The taste of love,
in only a gasp,
curse these spells,
that have been cast.
In dreams of slumber,
forgivness and bliss,
the sweetness of thy wish,
becomes the single breath,
in which I inhale.
Do you remember,
that dance in the rain,
bleeding loves passion,
the demon slain?
But forget the light that,
a sparkle lit,
...within your eyes.
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