ONE: A Verse (or two) - by Autumn Boyet-Stinton 7/2/2021

ONE by Autumn Boyet-Stinton (7/2/2021) 

One breath, one beat
    Continuing as one...

Bound together with love
    Control undone. 

Electric and static
    A charge in the air...

Companionship, respect, support
    We do share.

ArtByAutumn - Autumn Boyet-Stinton 


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