This is love:
To fly toward a secret sky.
To cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First to let go of life.
Finally, to take a step without feet.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Christina G. Rossetti
“Love came down at Christmas;
love all lovely, love divine;
love was born at Christmas,
stars and angels gave the sign.”
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