Strength in the roots lively arms blitzing
through earth and stone. A thriving compulsion
will as hard as bone, adaptive whether hanging
or clinging. Reemerges during the optimum season.
Acts so deliberate it's thoughts, it's breath, it's
divine purpose... on a course to love and be loved.
Sweeping trains of enticement in the form of fragrant
breezes, the alluring whispers of a lady in pink.
So many miles her presence is carried the essence of
romance is tangled within her winds. Accentuated
moments over days, the nights that tells sensuous
tales also gives birth to love affairs. One of the
most intimate relationships according to nature and
desire(a thing that could be destined) . Freshened by
water's revitalizing power stimulated from the wet
kisses of a woman. The cold touch of fate cannot
deflect the heat between the vine and the air.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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