Wednesday, May 25, 2011

The One Hundred Forty Sixth, May 25, 2011

a kiss
gently falls upon my cheek
small chilled wet
a kiss from God
it touches the ground
a flower grows
it brushes a child's face
dancing in puddles begins
the gift of life
held in each drop
the world lives on
life continually renewed with
a kiss

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful, simply beautiful. Nothing more need be said.

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