OneA Poem by BoantlersStill there's one love drawing a soft touch Calling with the curing soul of a summer breeze Breathing in sync and dreaming, fusing and uniting Igniting fires to burn a course for our freedom Stiff breezes from these hills blow Freezing even the heartiest But this love can dance through the darkness Re-define with a clutch the greenest of pastures Illuminated with an aura of white light; coated by a smile of depth Green touch to interact with nature Aged passions of the same tastes Lover and fighter Artist and designer Partner to life Spirit deeply admired When hands bind the church bells ring The angels sing in a heart bleeding choir Standing in our indifference together Newly whole Assuming roles The long-lost returning; Unfolding Something that could never be sold
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