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In the Garden
To be back in the burgeoning botanical garden After a winter lapsing too many gray, silent, dormant days, Is a happiness of vast transcendence.
My spirit rises into the crocheted mosaic of beautiful blooms Blossoming fruit-tree exuberantly In the breeze that suffuses my soul, with God-petals,
Celebrates my being, in this sacred breathing sanctuary, Sings my juices musical, mystical, immaculate, Invites my heart to beat in time, with this passional weekend.
04/03/10 - (2)
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