always meet me here, as love
The breath that passes these lips is considered,
time slows –
aeons pass between,
and I am young again.
Like the mountains under the stars.
and thus →
we are all life, the light for all time
The breath that passes these lips is considered,
time slows –
aeons pass between,
and I am young again.
Like the mountains under the stars.
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