The Day Love… by Danielle Sainte-Marie The thick, pomegranate tree, sat on Mother’s spherical knee; Mum covered its roots in soil, and with water, fruit was decreed. Over there across the town, a woman at her window looked around; outside, peach blossoms reigned, and in her notepad she wrote this down. To the ultramarine sea, a man atop concave, he so intense in focus on his mighty wave— every precise move of his toes and hands, gave him the thrills that he craved. In the forest, a brown and white deer, from predators her view all clear, when she lay down for a nap in the sun, her bed was a blue, turning sphere. Red birds flew by a rushing white river, so their redness just seemed redder; and this is why the luminous yellow flowers, were like flaming grass to the seer. A puppy so pristine, jumped on the lawn, but what he saw was now gone— maybe just a little worm saying hello, so the puppy in joy just moved on. A group of cyclists set off down the road, freedom their mother lode; when one cyclist encountered a problem, the others to help always slowed. And under white clouds, all of them were One, connected by Mum and the Sun; this day would see no divisions, for it was the day that love had begun.
Posted on: Sat, 20 Jul 2013 15:28:17 +0000
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