I choose to relive the season of sinking softness
When shooting stars kissed
And silliness was in mind, a bliss
And nothing else mattered….
Not even my name on Santa’s list?!
I often wonder……..if I had allowed the valves of my heart to
re-inact that poetic part
And follow the seam which love’s passion may redeem
Just to explore the unraveling sequence
I hate to think we’ll be sour still
For with every action follows a consequence……
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