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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