I am the gushing river's intent,
Somersaulting waterfall's
still moment, just before
it's touch down on the ground.
Blowing wind's sweet desire,
in it's core to carry pollen on and fertilize.
The upward ****** of the wave,
to touch the crust before the fall.
The lovers' cliff hanger moment
before the lips touch and
meld together in the first kiss.
The seed's yearning am I,
to break the crust and come out
to find a place in the sun
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC
I am the gushing river's intent,
Somersaulting waterfall's
still moment, just before
it's touch down on the ground.
Blowing wind's sweet desire,
in it's core to carry pollen on and fertilize.
The upward ****** of the wave,
to touch the crust before the fall.
The lovers' cliff hanger moment
before the lips touch and
meld together in the first kiss.
The seed's yearning am I,
to break the crust and come out
to find a place in the sun
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