Wednesday, December 18, 2013

This is the time...

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So happy I am
that even the rough
bark of the tree
reminds me of that warmth
which soared me
into skies unseen
and colours unimagined
and a world beyond breath.
Just to be able to lean
against a strong trunk
so sensuous
unmoving to the world
but moving a world
inside me.

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