FOR NOW the fruit of time remains unpeeled but moments that were granted us on loan whose memory we touch but never own are letters that shall one day be unsealed and from their balsam contents we’ll be healed when we shall finally know as we are known; in intervals of time these seeds were sown like grains of wheat or barley in a field the germs that wear our words like husk or shell the soul that wears the body like a glove renewing it like water from a well that angels stamp with signets from above if you could peer beyond this world’s spell you’d see the only thing that’s real is love
Wow ! How did I miss this one ? So beautiful <3
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