Count the stars of heaven

Our stories are more than the sand on the shore

Posted on July 15, 2015 by aperture

Come cling to me like mist scented trees
Thou scattered droplets absorbed, restored

Fount o’er leaf tips to forest floor

Endlessly nourished ‘fore scorching breeze

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