Cannot shake these feelings
Love in my heart is stronger than me
Your memory harasses day and night
Shackled to past, will I ever be free?
It is never too late to start over
Not too late for change, don't you see?
It is never too late to be the person
You always wished to be

Higher flying along
the coolness of the breeze, carrying
me to mountain tops.

Singing with birds
how glories I feel
country roads
flowers in the valley
green with trees
ferns tall, sweet grass
mingling with lilies white
in the forest of dreams.

Dancing in the sunlight along
country roads with dirt and
weeds, vines climbing uprooted
trees, leaves rumbling along the
darkened woodland trail, almost
forgotten, waterfall flowing down
ward, in a creek kissed by rocky
boulders of grown moss dampened
by mystery.

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my love, I think
I flourish in winter,
for while I slept
a serene dream
brushed its lips against
my cheek and for
a small moment of
naivety and frailty
I saw you and
you saw me—
your eyes spoke what
your scarlet mouth couldn't
and I listened,
your hands trembled
as did I
at the thought of
what they want to
write on my naked body—
solo mia, solo mia.

my love, I think
I flourish in winter,
for when I awoke
a snowflake sunk
into the fullness of
my lips and then
I knew I'd been
kissed by you,
so I smile
as I stand by
the window where for
a small moment of
naivety and frailty
I wallow in my joy,
for I know too
it will last not.