Just Love

Just Love

                        It must be love

The way the peaks of white mountain

            Point to the tops of blue sky

The way white birches dance in the old

                        Wind like never before.

            The way the sun rises and sets

The way stars sparkle and twinkle

                        As if for the first time.

The way the horizon arches to hold the moon

            The way your words touch me in my sleep.

                                    It must the love,

                                                            A new way of being.


The Year of Dragon


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