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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-03/8:19 AM
I would love you to read a poem Richa wrote about butterflies, wonderful language, it inspired me for my next poem.

Sorry if one appears a fringe intrusive, just trying to help you, because I think your a gentleman.




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