love
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Tenderness
I’ve never been soft. Quite the opposite, it has been a rough, sharp, anything but sweet land the one God has had to work under my name. So much so, that I can’t even stand the sound of it, my first name. It still awakens a heap of broken memories; the boiling waters that hardened… Continue reading
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My Sun of Righteousness arises, carrying healing in His rays.
There’s an utter sadness weighing, flying over the wings of joy; maybe it’s my last piece of grief from everything that came to pass, everything that is, and everything that was. What could have been had I written anyway that day? I would’ve looked foolish, yes… but maybe you’d be here. Maybe you wouldn’t and… Continue reading
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En las alas del Sol de Justicia
Pesa una tristeza todavía, que vuela sobre las alas del gozo; tal vez es mi última pieza de luto por todo lo pasado, todo lo que es, y todo lo que fue. ¿Qué habría pasado si aún así te hubiera escrito aquél día? Me habría visto muy tonta, sí… pero tal vez estarías aquí. Tal… Continue reading
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He craves to find you…
Atomic kind of love, you say… Yeah, I see, we’ve all known this reckless, explosive… destruction. Did you know? Atoms do change their behavior when observed, as they do when ignored. Their movements make us, or break us, because in the end… that’s all we are; dusty atoms trying to not die in a mass… Continue reading
