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You are
A heart on my mirror etched in steam
The beginning of an earlier dream
The smell of mountains after the rain
Relief to an enduring pain
A whisper in the indigo night
Calmness enveloping me without a fight
The ocean; purifying and deep
A dream awake and asleep
You are
posted by Jaala Thibault @ 4:19 PM
3 Comments
3 Comments:
There are no poets in this country. You will be the first.
I'll find some-Love ya benny
jaala that is absolutely beautiful.
i love simplicity that expresses profound depth.
you've done that here with such grace.
t.y.
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