Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Seeds

Come rain
and stormy sorrow
this water
can only nourish
our seed of love

With great winds
of emotion
our seed
only blows into
a better fit

A drought
of contact
does not decay
but preserves
the seed
for another day

This seed
is safe
inside me
waiting for the
gentle breeze
of your love

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