Tread on my soul, shall I fall?
Like those who have fallen before,
Or like those who shall fall again.
Be not but soft and tender and light,
for that is not the way of pain
I shall be wronged and not be right,
Though I will grow right ever more
More than any soul that falls.
Where is Heaven - picture source: https://za.pinterest.com/pin/343329171580612711/ Dawn runs its lazy fingers over my limbs, stretches its warmth to the length of my body,...
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