Breathing, feeling, flowing too
Your love, a river rushing through...
Inside out and all around,
your spirit never touching ground.
Into your heart an apple's core,
The seed grown blackest, deepest sore.
Unto the Earth I'm spreading thin,
Upon my soil your root gives in.
2005
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Tears, thank you so much for your kind words, I appreciate it. Take care :) Kim