Flux

In the
imprint of
our embrace,
~
In the
impermanence
that moves us along,
~
The sun
kisses our
bodies;
~
Leaving stars
behind, where
we burn.

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A Silent Orchard

Roam
you may
but here
we stand
~
Life
will bloom
in fragrant
flowers
~
Resting
silently
beneath
the snow

20140130-190240.jpgToday, reminding me, without winter no spring. A body with seasons of change