FOUND
The flow of your voice loosens
The sand that clings to my skin
In a last rasp of whisper
The red salt stops its torment
Soft and warm you encircle me
Into the cave of my ear
Your lips infuse a mantra
Over and over to coax the well awake~~~John O'Donohue
The flow of your voice loosens
The sand that clings to my skin
In a last rasp of whisper
The red salt stops its torment
Soft and warm you encircle me
Into the cave of my ear
Your lips infuse a mantra
Over and over to coax the well awake~~~John O'Donohue
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