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February 12, 2009
My Friend
My Friend
You are everything I am not
You see in a different way
You hold in a different way
You help in a different way
For that I am deeply grateful
We are separate and yet connected
It is a mystery
That I gladly surrender to
For the beloved once told me this secret
That the angels love to celebrate difference
For they know that a palette containing only one colour
Always limits and denies true possibilities
Posted by Shelliz at February 12, 2009 01:17 PM