Monday, March 22, 2004

ripples

gentle willow weeps
over mourning fellow;
feltbranches cradling peace
true heart; warm kiss

walking teary eyes
beneath those sole; flies
on the horizon; a rosy cheeks
blessed soul could speak

deaf ears soon hear
whistling feathers bear
mystic of the night gone
ripples, seen, sun shine

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