lust, nature, poetry, Uncategorized

Formation

 

birds

Their knowledge

Unspoken

Comes together

Into perfect lines

Arrowheads

Of direction

Much as my heart

Hands

Soul does

When I think

Of

You.

I may lose

My way

On occasion

But the primal

Magic of

You

Shows me

The

Way

 

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