Returning to fall leaves me still.
I see images of life that warm my heart.
Are things made to be broken?
If I show her my heart,
How fragile will my soul be?
I want her to know me.
To what end does this journey hold?
One eye can see but has no depth.
Two eyes can conceive the illusion of depth.
One hand can feel the world,
Two hands held together can touch the heart.
One body lies alone.
Two bodies join to ignite the soul.
Words spoken in thought find...
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