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a haiku of sorrow

ByKymberlee

death in her respledent glory

within the burgeoning spring
the wind blows fiercely
living things are wrenched apart

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wind whispers her sweet longing turgid moon shining my heart weeps with fresh sorrow

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feverishly I open

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Boldly erotic, fiery and courageous am I. In the flow of Life opening my mind, my heart and my legs for God to enter. Feeling the pulsating turgidity of Life, sensual, strong and soft– I yield. Surrendering to a force much greater than me. Feverishly I open allowing God to explode within me.