In this envelope of the cosmos, unsealed by the nimble fingers of time, where the Divine brushes the ordinary, a breath releases its destiny
Let one sigh wind its way through the atmosphere to fall against the naked lobe of a lover
Infinity is only unattainable if limitations are imposed –
What are your impositions?
Allow the caress of movement to be the guide; else faultless dust will land on the stoic
Fearless fortunes are made or broken this way
(image courtesy Microsoft Clipart)
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