The Brat and the Bird....

 

As I look at the twin pools of sparkling light

My joy echoes amidst majestic mountains

 

 When I gaze at the hint of a curved smile

A vivid rainbow dazzles me so bright

 

And when I dare to breathe deep

A fragrant taste fills me uniquely mine

 

As the beat in my heart, as the flame to votive

Unruly curls rippling in gentle breeze

She sings, more than most, more than most,

more than most��..

 

©Votive, June 2003
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