Inside reason,
our birth was secret
echoing a silent plea
of morning's beauty
that sighs in your wake,
and holds wintery dreams
to lay across my lap
of warm springs.
Native life
across flurrying wild
of neighing tribes,
a grassblades's bending
to paint me,
and you
in the arms of years
in a brush stroke
of nature.
Twilight's concoctions
served us through patience
as wonder desserts
of toiling fruit
that I cropped,
whence you sowed our love
in soils of feritility
and maternity birthed,
us in beddings
of night's shelter.
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Ohhhhhhhhh, stunnign write...simply stunning, with messages in between the liens for soul to capture...
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