Monday, August 6, 2012

Morning Poem of Love


Its not a breathe

Its a gulp

A bucket of emotion that moves up within me As I watch not, under this oak tree

The sun shines thru

And there is the shadow of me dancing around the tree,

Ullimenescent, 

And my mind wants to stand up

And dance that dance as one

But my feet are glued They are glued to not define the moment either

To gulp into the emotion

Its so beautiful its pure love



karen 2012

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