| Sun touched crystals sing |
[Apr. 26th, 2015|10:23 pm]
Luminosity
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A thanks to a friend for them being themselves.
Smiling sunshine wrapping the first touch upon the edge of new eyes.
The new eyes looking at crystals cracking.
Am I worthy of the years I have been given.
Your life a touchstone of my own.
When I doubt or question or seek, I know that you went to soon, and yet still I stand.
Life its twisted cord.
Shall I be worthy of these breaths I draw.
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