Wonderful

The magic is in

The kin of delivery

Washing away the sin

What was once knit

So tight

Is now loose to flight

In the breeze

So often

Please remember

There’s never too much

When a bunch of flowers

Offer their heads to a bed

Laying at ease

Is it’s tease of approval

With it’s power

It’s touch

Is such that brings

Emphatically

The taste of sweet

So much static

Charging itself

Full of energy

Never leaving

But breathing into

 a ceremony

Of it’s stature

So in harmony

Is the wonderful

In me.


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