Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Poetry on my walk home...

Accosted by white petals,
they land on my eyelids,
swirling madly,
lovely.
A dream in waking hours,
a call to my soul,
be free.




Red yearning
my intent focused
my limbs entranced
inviting you in.



Black bird
in a white tree.

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