Saturday, April 5, 2014

five

Let's find a spot where
the sun pokes holes in the canopy
as the breeze whispers through.
a soft shade deepening with
the suns quiet passing.
An easy communion with life.
Liminal and lost. Our faces flush
with the the wine of laughter.
Hearts breathing freely the sweet
air of fellowship. Our lives at
this moment the only existence



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