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When you get there, where will you be?

Posted on Dec 11th, 2007 by Cre8beauty : imperfectionist Cre8beauty
I receive words at random intervals
-from distant corners of the earth (to)
you have tucked yourself in close,
climbed the aretes of my dreams.

Please don't ask me about the cold
About the snow, about falling.
As if that is all that exists
As if freezing is the only real thing
to me.

The memory seems to scream :
 you said
He's such a searcher, that's the truth,
you said
It's all in the ride, to be free, you just
gotta get going to breathe, to really Be.

And beyond the dynamic enchantment
of your daily doings,

I am here, now.
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