Drinking from the Holy River, Mitchell Kanashkevich
What was in that candle's light
that opened and consumed me so quickly?
Come back, my friend. The form of our love
is not a created form.
Nothing can help me but that beauty.
There was a dawn I remember
when my soul heard something from your soul.
I drank water from your spring
and felt the current take me.
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I love this soul
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