As a poet
I derive beauty and strength
from nature
.
The way it is
in 3-D, the smallest action
(like the falling of
a leaf) becomes monumental
.
In this field of sunflowers
I see unconditional love
that made these flowers
change their colour
.
the love
that never lets them turn their face
away from the sun
.
ten years from now
with eyes closed
I would remeber every detail
the slightest movement
.
the way gold contrasted with green
light breeze on my face
how love felt, so close
.
end
Friday, November 17, 2006
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