Fountains

Love touches
Its wings
Down
In barren places

That propels us
Up Up, and
Away


Thoughts
When quiet is forced from within, love takes control over thought. Lovers turn anguish into doves, and rain water slides from their wings to fill fountains once believed dry. Desire to discern who drinks from whom disappears.


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