Saturday 18 September 2010

DEE C’RELL (UK)

YOU, WHITE BIRCH

Oh gentle touch across thy spirit,
such wonder for the gracious honour that is bestowed upon my heart.
Your subtle nature, I stand humble before you.
Whisper to me in your hidden tongue, as if to caress my undivulged inner love.
Transfixed by such radiant glow, free me as I inhale you.
This land that you loan to I, your quiet inner strength,
You, I love, you I hold.


DEE C’RELL (UK)

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