Poetry — constant companions
Sitting in the gardenenjoying the sunshineas it blessed my bodywith its light,skin resisting valiantlythe chill of early spring,I slipped into aprayer of thanks.
My shadow wants to hold your hand — Take her wherever it isYou wish to be whereverThe heat…
I breathe in the sun ofwarmly lit daysnever failing to make mefeel better or free…
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