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11/28/10 - (3)
Falling, Rising
How can it be that until now, mellifluous Linda, I never realized that falling in love Isn't a falling, at all, But a rising to a higher calling, A transcendence to freedom's apex, When ecstasy the flesh achieves, At the epitome of passion's rapture, Sets the measures of musical souls Thrumming with the heart's harp strings, Which the sun, moon, and myriad stars strum, As they hum the universe alive, Harmonize with all who fall, and rise, in love?
11/28/10 - (3)
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