The perfect sun burns in the night Flawless in an endless flight Burst out cosmic rays quite bright In every direction wrong or right In a rage out from a cage Hot as desert purple sage Drops of golden

“Why do we close our eyes when we pray? When we cry? When we dream? Or when we kiss? Because we know that the most beautiful things in life are not seen, but felt by the heart.” ~ Unknown ...or when we

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