"from many seasons"
By Tretchicovmanicova
Fri, 30 Sep 2011
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the softness of your voice
pressed against her skin,
ocean's flow
races to the shore
like pale moonlight
will caress the sand.
eyes pool as
the mind floats away,
her emotions fall
into you like
leaves fall to
the forest floor
until all the trees
are bare
from
many seasons.
for Sahib
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
30sept11
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