There is nothing, like the fresh green, 'alive' under a leaf in spring. I see, the 'fairy reason', for care freeness, of the sun upon everything, smiling, beaming 'mong each tryst of...'oh, my God, I must do this'...stripping to the stitch of what we are, and loving, just loving wildly...without exemption, 'being', being back again, new...happily young, if only at heart. God bless'd the spring!
Namaste
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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