Sunday, July 14, 2019

Hold Me

Hold    me .  . .



With   all the   strength of   a small child,

Like   a dewed   web clings   to the gentle   leaves,

As   the clouds   hang on the   sky,






Love      me . .  .




knowing   all is safe.

grasping   every bit   relentlessly.

floating    above dualit    the world     and its   cares .

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