Friday, January 25, 2013

Promises

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Promises are inviting
especially coming from the rising Sun;
yet you must watch what you
are getting into.
The freshness of light and
the dancing flow of water
promise to wash away
that past;
you wish to gather the blossoms
and what you get.....
may be the thorns under the grass.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

The Wait

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Layered life
with its rough texture
bewilders me...
I am all by myself
allowing the soft breeze
to play in the pale light
brushing past mountains
and I simply take in
the moment from
the eternal wait.