Parallel worlds

Songs of the Everyday

The mountain is a pebble
in a sea of sky

The universe a whirlpool
in your lover’s eye

Those moments flit like butterflies
above this arid strife

But we are all just unborn children
in the womb of life.

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Just a little something…

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