Sun ripened service*
The orange juice in my eyes
A breakfast in the Awakening
A new morning awaits at my door
My table is set to be served
Only two to respond
The blue skies are my cover
I have reached the heavens in its destiny
I am no longer here
Breakfast is Now lunch
We are served*
Dom*Colucci 2011
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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...
a poem as fresh as spring flowers. loved it.
ReplyDeletelots of love.
thanks my Precious Flower of God's Love..sorry I did not get back and respond so quickly...been very busy around the house and the job....hope all is doing fine with you...I hope someday we can chat over the phone...Love you(+)
ReplyDeletesoulbro*;)xoxoxo---{--@