Le Baume de L'amour
In the darkness, feelings become visions that our minds make real.
À l’abri de la nuit,
la tendresse s’incarna.
Cette prise, refuge de tes plaies,
non pas désir seulement,
mais soin —
mon désir, baume offert
aux violences
du jour qui veille.
Our cover of night
became gentleness.
This grip, a refuge for your wounds—
not desire only,
but remedy:
my desire, a balm
for the violences
of waking hours.
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Thank you for coming here and walking through the garden of my mind. No day is as brilliant in its moment as it is gilded in memory. Embrace your experience and relish gorgeous recollection.
Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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