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Februarys mother (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

The Sun flower reaches for us as we lay between the evergreen trees on a silken bed of autumn leaves. Our bodies intertwine the Indian wind as it blows tender over us. I tickle the water as I swim upstream the salmon river. All the while knowing we will never awaken until September.

INTRANSIT 1-Jan-03/8:04 AM
Would you mind telling me what you saw or felt when you read this? I'm so afraid of touching this one, but an outside view is tantamount to improvement,yes?




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