that flowers could bloom and
be open:
in barren fields,
expressing nuance -
curling,
unfurling,
breathing
in & out.
rose petals
drifting
on sunburnt hay,
woman sits in her
Throne,
always, alone.
and lo!
atop a mountain-top
a glimpse of something
Better.
touching you,
touching me,
always
Together.
Wednesday, February 24, 2016
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