Hello World

August 24, 2017

Your red rose lips to an artist’s paint brush
The sigh from which is my blue sky
The birds flowing with painterly instinct
The west winds blowing golden with shivers
The winter falling with a willful vengeance
And the summer rising with a calm, deep, lazy breath, so full of your warmth and understanding
You stand before me, no shadow, no disguise
You are the beauty, before my very eyes

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