Flower And The Wind - Poem by Michael Koelliker
She is a flower,
Growing up through a crack.
I'm a lifeless Wind,
Like a reaper who has no end.
I can see the Light of her,
But cannot feel its warmth.
I blow past her like a gale,
Trying to uproot her standings.
She is firm, planted in Love,
With her soil she grows high.
She is in bloom with colour,
And the seed of Love.
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