Two Sides











 



From my lips...

The night is torn by the
whisper of your name.

Two sides of infinity.

Distance.

And my longing to be
near you.

 

 

~

 

 



 

We pray - not for answers - but for our voice to

carry onwards and farther and perhaps a

moment found listened to by

something larger than

ourselves.



 

 

 

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