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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.

Mr Pig 11-Apr-03/8:17 AM
February's mother is cold and unforgiving, not like mine thank goodness. I like the line of the indian wind, I too have used similar connotations in my poem lovers lane, your work is often majestic but sometimes I think by shortening some of your work you deprive us of enough. Its hard to put more light on it, what do you think kind sir? 7




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