Stroke Silence

Exceeding the want for elegant blooms

Scent’s confession of deepest longing

Become tendrils of understanding touch

Turning curling petals into learning fingers

Paint life aware in a sweet caressing wind

Wake the hushed with need to consider

Stroke silence until passion comes alive

Dreaming its sightless image by desire

Bearing all, only for vision so eloquent

Looking up, reaching, and falling in forever

Love, so intended, how imagined are we?Image

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