Saturday, October 12, 2013

Morning

I love the sound of water moving.
It sounds like soft wet
bells that don't really ring.
They blurb and bubble and dance a song
that no one can sing
but it.
Gently touching
some secret place inside
of us.


I love the sound of leaves
bumping against
one another.
Even if they bump hard
wind bends branches
whipping,
the violence of leaves bouncing against one another
ferociously
sounds soft to
me.


I love the feel of air on my skin
when it is just the right
coolness
just the right
speed.
invisible caresses to my body and joy that comes from
not my mind.

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