The Proverbial Poet
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
In my utmost being,
I desire You to enter,
Come in, open windows,
Swing back doors,
harrow heart's soil
to plant daisies,
Well up the Spring,
To tune my bones
and let them sing!
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