Intentions of My Dream
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The wind might prefer everything to be seen with its lingering stance. Air bombarded with what it carries from place to place. I see these feelings as rose petals given in succulent glances from your eyes to mine. From you the gliding water droplets. To fill rain puddles as we stare through car windows. Blown water roads on the window’s surface. The wind is a whip you say in need of soothing. The wind is a guide I say to show us how to transform. All its work a movement from one place to another. Copyright S. Kamber
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Intentions of My Dream
The whole world becoming like planted flowers. Filled vases on a tabletop. Blown babies comprised of newly born roses. From a field of lacy yellowed wheat. Tumbles of red and green. Flowers touching flowers. Intentions of my dream. There’s an ocean on the table. A greenhouse there to stay. The place to savor flavors. Amongst the happy sounds of day. Oh, I favor conversation. Between the firm and soft delights. Of flowers wafting next to me. Your eyes as deep as night. Between the setting and the songs. Sweet descriptions in the air. Pronouncing love as added seasonings. You gave while I was there. Copyright S. Kamber
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