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A Sunday Morn
on this
silent Sundy morn
visions of tranquility filter down
my crown chakra...
softly
ever...so...softly
like a latent cerebral breeze
an ethereal tease
bearing gifts of solitude
and gratitude...
eye am
windswept... stilled
and shaded simultaneously
beneath the willow of my lover's soul...
nature's canopy..
the lover of
my soul...
i can feel her emotions liquify
as the {ravine of she} reveals reflections
of her movement...
her branches hovering
her leaves healing....
her roots...reconciling urges
nudging my quill to woolgather
these moods into the rhapsodic pattern of us
upon the quilt beneath her bosom
on this silent Sunday morn
silent Sundy morn
visions of tranquility filter down
my crown chakra...
softly
ever...so...softly
like a latent cerebral breeze
an ethereal tease
bearing gifts of solitude
and gratitude...
eye am
windswept... stilled
and shaded simultaneously
beneath the willow of my lover's soul...
nature's canopy..
the lover of
my soul...
i can feel her emotions liquify
as the {ravine of she} reveals reflections
of her movement...
her branches hovering
her leaves healing....
her roots...reconciling urges
nudging my quill to woolgather
these moods into the rhapsodic pattern of us
upon the quilt beneath her bosom
on this silent Sunday morn
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