the seldom love

nature | philosophy | poems

the seldom love
most sorry
cannot bring to carry

kept the stressful day
oceans emotion
stall tall squall in doubt of dawn

red lines streak black sky with gray
silver moon slip through crack in cloud
wind blown winter score the Ice

pelt the earth to her inner core
a darker dimmer beam
from shooting star recede

angel hitch a ride
trip where dipper lie
let spirit be your guide

an easy peace of pride
extreme release unwind the night

complete a kinder mind
the sign of the dove.

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