somewhere beyond farm
a longing lies dormantly
until stimulus ignites to surface.
this space wails open
for perfection to fill
that is resonant one.
here is where love is felt.
see saw balance of heart
of color in harmony.
respect this song.
this fragile game
and spread watered seed.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
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