Le Poeme
Le Poeme
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
The Entrance
entering through
the canopy of green
strips the milky sac
of worry and fatigue
from my tired body;
my skin glows again
my feet dance lightly
from stone to stone
my thoughts are pure.
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