At a Birds-Flight of Joy
I recognize your inner blossom
the desire to grow blooms luxuriant
future buds along the love-river
sunlight resident in hopeful hours
every caress becomes a golden memory
in a waterfall of heart-desires
old shady places are left
at a birds-flight of joy
wait translates itself into drops full of pine
on a wild sea full of emotion
this storm will never lie
and I reap the fruits of your tree
@ Bianca & Gerhard
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