Fragrant rose petals
Delicately drifting snowflakes
Dying the pure untainted water
Until a sea of scarlet
Cold beyond winter nights
Inviting with beauty of no comparison
As frost glazes over
Has become a crimson glass pond
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Naturally
Seedlings must root where the wind blows
Nearby from a light breeze
Or
Miles away after a thunderstorm
Fate decides the path they travel
The mesmerizing dance of colourful lights
The flames that take prisoner
Or
The temptation of the spark
Illuminates the cold night
The water of the stream that drips into the sea
Floating ripples of forgotten
Or
Sweet union of home
Movement forever carefree
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