Thursday, February 3, 2011

The Freshness


When it's cold and raining,
you are more beautiful.

And the snow brings me
even closer to your lips.

The inner secret, that which was never born,
you are that freshness, and I am with you now.

I can't explain the goings,
or the comings. You enter suddenly,

and I am nowhere again.
Inside the majesty.
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6 comments:

  1. The Solitary WalkerFebruary 3, 2011 at 8:18 AM

    Just beautiful

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  2. Louise GallagherFebruary 3, 2011 at 9:26 AM

    and I am nowhere again.
    Inside the majesty.

    Wow.

    Your photo looks like the world outside my window. Except... a chinook blew in last night and raised our temperature above the freezing mark.

    Yeah!

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  3. AnonymousFebruary 3, 2011 at 9:26 AM

    Beautiful.

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  4. Katherine KrigeFebruary 3, 2011 at 12:45 PM

    I love the photo you paired with these beautiful words.

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  5. mattMarch 27, 2013 at 10:12 AM

    This is my most favorite poem, for it captures the essence of loving someone.

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  6. UnknownNovember 30, 2016 at 4:01 PM

    A lovely girl emailed this to me, I was moved

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