I shall call my darling
The magical, gentle spirit, In forest green
I am called through azure lithe
Crystalline waters to bathe
I am in his earthy shadows, mother Faye
Mystical beaches reveal our passages in time
Light beckons my door to each soft memory
The cries of his lone wolf soul
See the great journey , with light ahead
Dance with me through each lost night
Touch small sparrows wings
My warrior will speak of his love in time
See the fires glaze in his teepee awaking me
Come home my warrior, I play the soften drums
I love this. I believe in the mystical, mysterious things of which we know so little. Coincidentally, my ex's name is Faye and we remain friends. Nicely done, Deborah. Love and best wishes,
The higher you go into the hills, the deeper the secrets...
A seemingly innocent piece of mail shatters the illusion of Beverly Hills luxury, forcing a terrifying statement from a powerful action movie mogul: "they can't kill us fast enough."
Régis
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Peace be with you
William
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Love ya!
Jane