25 April, 2014

Fresh Air

like a bright
flower, that
spells sweet,
inviting to
my essence of my soul.

fresh with pleasing,
fragrant, and warm,
invite my eyes into
my essence of soul.
Mornings, warm sun upon my naked body.

air, its dew
dripping now
upon earth
green with
feeling like water collected in my bucket.

morning light
blazing, love
with us two,
inviting to
our collective, synced oneness in our hearts.

Mornings, fresh, fragrant, smells;
our very beings.

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