"The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience."
-Emily Dickinson
Love is, indeed, in the air.
Okay, I am just running on sugar.
It happens.
Really,...
wholesomely and truly,
truth in love is like an virgin meadow
that no one really knows.
As far as an eye can struggle to conceive,
faint, very faint
glimpses of truth in love
swirl in the air.
Such truth lies in wait
deep, deep, deep
in the back of its lair.
Far and deep in the corner
of its lair,
truth sits there in vain
as our present-day world turns and tumbles;
it begins to collect dust.
Yes, the truth collects dust!
Have you ever seen a dust devil?
It can raise some hell.
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