Death in cleansing*
The winter has given its fury and pain
The death of movement has had no gain
This was its cleansing in what is still
It pushes its muscle around, it is its will
Nothing survives with the bitter bite
I look around the park and see no one is in sight
Dom*Colucci 2010
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Here, it is*
Here, it is* It is where I am that my being has took To be of deep contemplation in what I look For the depth that I go in what I see Noth...
dearest soulbro,
ReplyDeleteah the spring will come
its only waiting
all that seems dead
will burst with life
its only waiting
for the warm rays of sun
to melt away the snow
and the harsh bitterness
that the winter sows....
with lots of love