Be my Tree
By Myra Lochner
Be my Tree: I want to lean against you ... feeling your rough touch with my smooth tender skin Make your mark upon my soul deep impressions rooted in moist soil: soft whispers of Eternity Let me climb up to the seventh Heaven searching my way through evergreen leaves to the sweetness of your Fruit be my Tree: drip your Myhrr into my open wounds heal this feeble heart ... myra Written March 1st, 2002 © on Feb 28 2002 05:01 PM PST, Myra Lochner 18 • 12 • 8
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