"...There may never be another opportunity
For me to hear what you never intended to say."
Sunday, March 06, 2011
Winded
The wind
The roaring wind
An oceanic wind outside my window.
Bending limbs with its might--
Attacking the buds of infant flowers.
It's true, dearest tempest,
That I love thee.
love the flow, come join us tonight..
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I always look forward to your next post. Your writing is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteyour writing moves in wonderful ways...
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