Boundaries. Borders. Distances.
Don’t exist.
No limits – nor land to cross.
No other boundary but our imagination
No borders, just the edge of our hearts
The only distance between you and me
the in-road to our souls.
A poem by Tia Gow (Oct 2005)
Don’t exist.
No limits – nor land to cross.
No other boundary but our imagination
No borders, just the edge of our hearts
The only distance between you and me
the in-road to our souls.
A poem by Tia Gow (Oct 2005)
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