(Dedicated to the unknown gardener)
I Begged the sage knowledge from Love, Truth, Principle, Mind and Soul.
It is you, who emphasizes the idea of ownship of ones guilty conscience, for the creation and confusion.
Coquettish, maybe the air, parley not the path.
Indefinite, etiquette and grace, went my peace.
Yearnings as only lovers have power and skill too. Mellifluous waters cascading, intoxicated, we drink each others,
Swell.
Love love love Rachel Ann Butler
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