He.... Poem by karen sinclair

Such a delicate breeze
Blows a humble leaf
My leaf
Veins of compassion
So welcome transparent
He dances so peacefully within words
My words
His words
Created ones ne-er before heard
Maybe somehow I've became his oak
I honestly heartfelt
Dare to hope
We huddle below blustering winters
Bilious breath
We stowaway...

Aware theres not much left
Just time leeks
Pansies
That hide and seek
And we are
Happy

One leaf
Tree
I and he



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To a dear friend