it just flows
A feeling transpires
through heart.
It silently pumps the essence.
The warmth melts
away the grey cells.
Fusing, it enters the veins
When heart and mind
meet,
in harmony, the soul fleets
Poetry by existence
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Written on 2010-09-17 at 00:47
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