Your Love
When I realized
there is no future
no time
just the field of now
and the possibility
to be present with this
or not,
nothing else mattered
than drinking in
each second
~
Good or bad
lost their meaning
cause everything
is fleeting
sand through my hands
I only know
that I want to taste
every last drop
every heartbreak
every sacred gift
of Your Love

 

 

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