she was the oriental queen of the information superhighway,
a sign of hope, of peace, of love come my way,
both fast and slow-moving, but always on time,
two clocks tick; one God's, one mine...
a sign of hope, of peace, of love come my way,
both fast and slow-moving, but always on time,
two clocks tick; one God's, one mine...
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I've read these words about twenty times now. They are enchanting.
What you have written is haunting and mysterious--yet so precise.
Your words are the self-assured staccato rhythm of a metronome shrouded in veils of deep purple, burnt orange, and burnished gold.
They resonate through an ideal combination of utterance and pause. They seduce with a perfect blend of innocence and experience. They beckon...to be read again and again.
That was beautiful - really beautiful.
I feel a connection between our souls through these words.
-Tracking the Men :)
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