Monday, March 5, 2012

Tender Self

Once arrived
I understood what you mean
This being
Swayed by winds
Warmth or chill
Felt soothing
And growth
Or shivering in roots,
losing leaves
Recognize the fleeting
Existence we lay
From whence we came
In days of calm
Alone and well planted
But the urge
To feel stands strong

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