perfect sustenance
My inspiration comes even now as milk
taken from you as words to kiss paper
For with revelation there is nourishment
as a child finds . . . with the taste of hope
Again your precious eye captures me and my hope becomes like the sun Burning gloriously...as the life pleaser but suddenly, reality is as a cloud. To strike again, ... and gone the warmth... To those dreams lived with in hope... By... Simon Auchterlonie
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