Love Letter From the Soul Xxii
M,
In forests deep where nympth do hide
I seek out guise of nature's bride
flit of light, dipped in heaven's milk
immersed in eyes of emerald's moss
skin of silk as long legs cross
majestic mind and fleet afoot
earthen bound with tangled root
lain in fields of grace, where beauty rests
familiar face here fierceness nests
visceral and virtuous
the flowers speak
colour bloom, shades of pink and blue
impervious
n'er angst nor sour mood
in winds of north and soul of south
feelings gift
hearts to mouth
to hand and back to heart
soften sand to frozen land
surf to snow
weaved in sun and moon
the river flows
blood touching blood
never ending
the river flows
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