eyes locked as painting hangs
snowcaps, rock, and sky
apples held still in gravity’s grasp
roses sighing to the sun
rust and timber, ‘retired from shiny’
but offer aged elegance
clouds, the scarves of ancients
raindrop’s kisses soften wounds
nature/life dance wildly with winds
feeling gentle whispers
lakes of glass holding secrets
witness everything, tell nothing
silence blankets like heavy fog
clamour diffused
soul resurfaces from the deep
inhales; deep breath -
purity...
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you are a raindrop's kiss gav, that was beautiful to read and then i sighed...wow purity.AHHHHHHHHHHH i like that nature and life are one and you really made all those senses real, taking me away from the claustrophobic stifling room i am in now, thanksx
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