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 … Continue reading Just Love
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Hidden Flowers In The Rain
Last night I dreamt standing in rain holding a new sprout from an old root in my cupped hands Hands that have touched many salty waters. Remembering flooded rivers and mud flats Along the edges of tide and sirens Rusty tanks, empty bullet cartridges, And silent hunger. I was born close to the skin of … Continue reading Hidden Flowers In The Rain
Ring of Fire 