Tuesday, February 1, 2011

# POETESS AT WORK

Unwinding


Wandering over the hills,
holding your hand.
Seeing you smile and
seeing your eyes as a mirror.
The land you see is green,
looks happy, is happy.
A lake, waves beautiful-
Building a flood-of feeling.

It is NOT the end.
Just open the door,
just let me in!

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