Friday, February 13, 2015

Tread Lightly Upon Her Dreams


rippling in the Winds

Mother’s hair unbraided.

The Trees

Her breath,

like violins.

The mountains, her bones,

enduring and untainted.

Behold, the mysterious Sea!

Her Heart,

beating upon timeless sands.


Reach for the future with gentle hands!

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