Golden morning light hits the temple
then tip-toes in on sacred ground |
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Seeds floating on the wind, captured in the petals
of a flower |
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The sweet breath of a baby burping mothers' milk |
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The sands of my life spill
aimlessly on the ground.....
.......without you |
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A jade green band,
once a symbol of love...
broken |
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WIND |
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climbs up the lamp post
and slithers through the cracks .......the old house moans |
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Blows softly
though the palms...
soothing to the face,
and gently caresses the lovers in the sand |
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Howls through the trees whispering ..come here. |
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Swirls and twirls leaves
of red and gold
on
brisk cool mornings....
a sign of change |
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Cools sweat on the brow.... calming the effects from
the suns hot rays.......
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Tickles the hair on the neck and sways leaves that dance on the
trees |
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Gently brings the spring rain...
touching the flower petals
as they say hello |
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slides down the green blades
of grass to
the thirsty earth below |
cleanses my heart...
.and
the moist sea air
fills my thoughts
of you... |
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Kay Elaine Ekwall
copyright l999 |