Tuesday, 9. November 2004
Delta Prelude
Brown river meanders
To the blue sea.
Tall reeds rustle with
The sound of raw silk.
I am wandering here. You are here. I am with You. We are searching, Hand in hand,
The shell that holds the flower of life in It's heart, as our mouths
Seive the alluvial sands left
On each other's skin!
My Poems
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