Trains of Thought
Friday, November 11, 2016
When love's language is
no longer universal,
humanity ends.
Your laughter
is the sun
waking up
my
sleeping heart.
My kiss
is the
moon
pulling at your
tides.
The rivers
of our nerves
ignite with life.
We are our
own
world.
.Laura Curren.
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