On my own ...2

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As I move on my own
on the uncharted terrain
I meet abundance
of nature
of plants growing tall
over vastness of earth
and under limitless skies
both stretching to meet 
in distant horizons
my heart aflutter
every cell alive to the whispering woods
and loins throbbing with desire
holding so much of creation
within and without.

I love those...

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I love those woods
where existence mingles with both
fall and spring,
growth rustles with the breeze
and the straight stands guard
to the curved.
I love those curves
which have a movement of
their own,
a smoothness that comes
from love of living and
a flight of imagination
that holds immensity
in its grip.
I love those curves....