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Good Morning, Love


Good morning, Love.

Hello, eartH. Hello, sky. Hello, sea.
Hello, songbird. Hello, blue. Hello, green.

(Hello.)

Boom goes the traffic, pulls me from my storm.
Boom goes the noise, settling for Agony’s Eden-
Hell’s Heaven, a world where greed’s the norm-

(And your tall regret’s the last thing you’ll ever see.)

Boom! Boom! Goes the traffic! Boom goes the noise from here through eternity. Imagine eternity as a silent movie. No. Really, close your eyes and imagine silence.

It is not up to us to decide the fate of only our human spirit. We condemn all of life from our reckless deeds!


© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark and Michelle Prime

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