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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.

horus8 11-Apr-03/8:35 AM
"awaken until September" reach September. or, survive the journey.




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