Journey of the Heart
Most delicate
tragedy
Far from ravines
Sea knows me
Air scents
Lupines of love
grow in the half light
Unfolding their
sapphire wings
Learning to fly
again
pearlescent dew
anoints this dawn
I am waiting
for the refrain
of rain
spindles weave
axis of sky
around
gentle hills
breathing
in motion
reflecting
pearlescent
painted
ocean
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