Heart to heart
There is no cure
To fires longing
Ever seeking
To know
The eyes of love
The rite of spring
Unfurled on wings
Lifted lonely aching
Barren branches
Quake to know
The wind and rain
And sun
Boughs that join
The earth and sky
Spirit holds the hand
Of life the essence
Of the dream
Rising through
A sacred cord
Photo: Morning Sunfire by gfs
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