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| Cast upon the wind like a tiny forlorn seed. My heart drifts, tossed about alighting briefly only to be caught by a sudden gust of wind and sent tumbling away. Somewhere a flower awaits with petals open she sits. I descend upon her and she will embrace me. My heart will plant a seed, one that will emerge and grow. Branding her soul and clutching her heart within its grasp. Gently I will coddle and nurture it, hoping never to add to the cracks so thoughtlessly left behind. She is out there this precious flower and our hearts will meet. Touching each others souls with such power and passion that we will become one. Never to be sent adrift again. s.m.v. 10/1997 |
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