In America sex is an obsession, in other parts of the world it is a fact. - Marlene Dietrich


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Swifts turn in the heights of the air higher still turn the invisible stars When day withdraws to the ends of the earth their fires shine on the dark expanse of sand. Though distance seems to steal the longing the stars never grow old the light still shines in the lamp and memories gleam in darkness. When your winds try to capture the weight of my essence, the birds fly away and freedom dissolve our distance. We live in the world of motion and distance. from heart to tree; from tree to bird from bird to a distant star and from star to love; and love sits quietly in the end pondering on the paths yet to travel. For love is all.

© miraj


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