Fueling my love tank.... earlier I came home to overcast skies and silently wished I could feel the moon. The moon fuels my love tank. The rain speaks with each drop and with each drop the rain fuels my love tank. I also know with the sun shining down, my love fuel tank is being fueled. With each touch of the breeze upon my shoulders, my love tank is being fueled. Even when snow falls, the snowflakes are diamonds, they are fueling my love tank. Mother Earth fills my love tank. I am thankful for all Mother Earth gives she fuels my love tank.
Posted on: Tue, 06 Aug 2013 06:17:39 +0000
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