Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Pink flowers green trees.


Touch my finger tips
heal my oozing
burning blisters
let not the harsh
winds of hatred
wilt my soul
hold me in the
warmth of your breath
fill my being
with your fragrance
know my love
just as I shall yours
with kindness
we shall bloom
flowers on the hill side
me and you.



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