Wild, the Wind
A shooting star, glistening moon, and wild orchids....
Big hearts magnanimous of gesture and esteem
Winds subside with a moment of stillness.
Presage of dire restraint; beset these closed doors.
Allow a duration that spins above our heads.
Love transcends far beyond adulation and sullen affection.
Round the equation, exception its’ valor.
From a source of goodness, befalls true conquest.
2.12.08, rev 8.31.11 J.L.H.
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