I've heard whispers of a land...
One not made of quick sand.
A space- where love is not a word
To be written or spoken-
A far away cosmos calls out to me...
The native tongue is unfamiliar to my ears,
Yet it beckons me- magnetic- energy.
The air is fragrant;
draped
in a feeling...
Thick; dense-
Covering all the eye cannot see.
There on that land-
Love is not a fickle emotion.
Nor voodoo magic potion.
It is in the air-
Unapologetically.
Breathing it in.
Breathe it out.
Freely and without hesitation.

-LOVE is given-

-LOVE is received-
Surrounded without limitation
Nor expectation.

I've heard whispers of a land...


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