Uncorked Cerebrum
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Your love is a holy river
That cleanses me.
In which I can bathe
Or get swept away
And carried to a new place.
I give myself to this river,
And in a mantra
Of three simple words
My soul is separated
From my body
And meets with yours.
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