A Knowing. Trina D’anne Hall.

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The melodic aching of her soul’s longing
Comes in waves

Pluck from her tree
The taste of one great love

Journeys cross
Stars align
Fingertips touch

She, a firecracker
Icarus was he

But fly they must
Through divine inquiry.

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