Words of love
They rise above
Like smoke from leaves
A book of sleeves
The text it burns
The smoke it yearns
Caressing ears
Addressing fears
My heart is open
To understanding
All powerful words
Of which find landing
On the freeway
Of my veins
Will you share
With me your wheels
Of poetry
Upon the runway
To my soul
I am the fish
And to be kissed
A poet’s wish
Whilst crawls
The bee
Across my lips
The inspiration
Of a worm
Upon the hook
Of which I feed
In any language
On any mountain
Across the ocean
Into the fountain
I spread my gills
To breathe your breath
Of life and knowledge
I will be there
Terry Tree
Digital Graphic | Masyla
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