Reborn

Poetry, Uncategorized 1 Minute

I have been with you

Through the snow,

Through the great depression,

Through the isolation

Of the soul.

 

You have been reborn,

And I with you.

We are consumating our love,

Once again…

The sun against my flesh,

Mounting your peaks,

Digging my fingers into your soil.

We are of the same spirit

You and I.

 

Spring has sprung.

There is a tree growing inside me,

Cherry blossoms blooming.

You planted your seeds in me.

I am growing.

Published by WhimsicalWordsmith

I'm an artist, writer, free spirit and Introvert with a particular love for solitude and peace. I delight in the freedom to roam the world on my own terms and make an absolute tit of myself in the process. I write about what I know - which isn't much to be fair. But then, who really knows anything in this world full of subjective and low-resolution perceptions? When it comes to my soul, in written word, I reveal everything.

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