Past Life Love — a poem

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Conjoined twins.
Hands meeting,
In omniscient friendship
Mirroring themselves beneath.

Sitting on white rock,
A Quartz-blended
With a sedimentary fossil.
Decay, turned

Crystal.

Circular motions,
Of stars and moons.
Encase them,
In rings and rings
Universally unending.

We’ve met before,
And loved before,
And lived lives like this
Before.

Hearts renew,
But recollection
As veiny as the rock,
Beneath our feet
Allow only
Encased bubbles to escape.

So they share secrets,
Again and again.
As we dance the same dance,
And the circle continues.

Under the arches.

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Your Lost Language
Your Lost Language

Written by Your Lost Language

“Being loved the way I love, would begin perhaps, a little quietly.” Poems by Sarah.

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