Wind flirts in a subtle hush
Its presence hinted no rush
Trees dance in contentment
Earth throbs with excitement
How I like to open up wide
Let the sun penetrate inside
Unspeakable bliss of purity
Perfumes transient eternity
No resistance; surely no pain
Love does not bloom in vain
July 1, 2009
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