Love - Poem by MARINA GIPPS
A root causes sorrow
in a woman
who does not grow.
Your root within me
as I flow,
ivy lingering along your backside.
Some days, I am both shadow and rain
until you come again.
Awaiting the drifting of our sails
as we close our eyes.
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