Sunday, November 18, 2007

By Chorlton Brook

The leaves wave to me,
gently, insistently,
the wind caresses me,
softly, so softly,
the rich soil clings to me,
asking me to linger longer,
the water on its ceaseless journey
calls to me
the birds ing for me
the raindrops bathe me
the swaying branches reach out to me
and if I allow, they stroke my face,
and endlessly repeat for me
you're not alone, you're not alone.

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1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

You're never alone, when you let your thoughts be shared.

Monday, 19 November 2007 at 17:56:00 GMT  

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