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Friday, January 8, 2016

Tenderness

Sometimes 
Tenderness is wide open 
Dripping like rain in the forest 
Pouring over everything 
Running off the leaves 
Soaking the ground 
You are bathed in it, like silvery moonlight 
It rises from the soft moss beneath your feet
Scenting the air 
Dancing with the mist 
Beyond words 
Being 




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