Observe how water is with
the ground, always moving toward the ocean, though the ground
tries to hold water's foot
and not let it go.
reflect on the gold that doesn't grow on trees.
air is mixed with dust, veiling the sky,
my eye is prevented from seeing the sun;
but when the dust is gone, the air once again becomes pure.
We know the taste
of pure water.
Words can sound like a poem but not have
any juice, no flavor to
relish.
How do you make relish? That's the question police said thieves
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2 comments:
e...thanks for takin' the time and choosing your words to write the beautiful comment today. you can see/hear through the silence. let me know how the beanworld book reads. :)
great capture of a rainbow!!
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