orange and red make a peach
By aiwaz
every day that ever was there grows a tender shoot of bamboo root lightly green from melted dreams reaching up inside of me for yr soul of silted stream water blue in yr arms auburn hair fanned across my heart the grove must now its world overflow, seeds fly with every sigh til orchards bloom and marry roots entangled like lovers hands petals fall silently and grow this barren land this wilderness cultivated by the scent of a thousand peach blossoms that only wetwo can understand Written February 15th, 2002 © on Feb 15 2002 01:10 PM PST 0 • 8
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"every day that ever was there grows..."