Quatrain of Water Reached
My head
When a love tide reached
my head I
thought I was
drowning,
There was no air for me,
but many blessings
to feel for
counting.
And then the tide went
out and my nostrils
emptied
again,
Never go into love without
knowing the height
of it's forceful
reign.
Yorktown Disciple
My head
When a love tide reached
my head I
thought I was
drowning,
There was no air for me,
but many blessings
to feel for
counting.
And then the tide went
out and my nostrils
emptied
again,
Never go into love without
knowing the height
of it's forceful
reign.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 10910
There
was
no
air
for
me
was
no
air
for
me
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Quatrain of Water Reached - 10910 - Yorktown Disciple
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