Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Hydrangeas


Fresh flowers in our room each night

Hydrangeas bloom 
I breathe again
My feet
Still bare 
Walk on the stones
The warmth brings life to me
She's got blue eyes
And she's got brown
They both show me their rivers
We all walk to the raging seas
Of peace anticipation
His eyes are blue and never far
He clears the trail for me
With help I see, in them I see
The beauty in everything

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