Best Is Last

Energy, pure energy of the heart casts into its lot.

Each moment begs for its place in the abyss of our passion.

We wonder there together in the wind taking our place among kings.

Our throne is grace and are movements are in space.

Yet, in our fury sessions pass as we drip with sweet love. ©

 

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