sunken winter dream.
I green in the sun.
rain, a clean lover, gently
shivers me to full treehood
to some branching, budding buddhahood.
to some fragrance that is whispering softly to all
in a love that only gives & gives.
come, sip my nectar, let me slide wetly & fresh
down your throat & be a clear blue sky there
a song like the unfurling of furry buds into leaves,
a song that does not give up singing
forever again spring-
--Terra Rafael
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