the magic…

of breeze and whispers
of love and silence
of feeling and hearing
of vibrations of the heart

of genuineness,
of my crooked teeth
of the way
I light up inside

of love ballads
of the voices
that sing in my ears
when I wake in the morn’

Of the moonlit light
of Venus in Gemini
of holding hands
of footsteps in sand

of the first drops of rain
the cool breeze that sends
shivers and goose bumps
and eyes glisten with light

of peonies and pansies
blue skies and green trees
of flying down the road
in a bike that glides

of the joys that abound
in this garden of life
when I stopped
and looked around


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