An Old Song

Love blows cold, love blows hot, and every temperature in between. Love gets caught in head winds and struggles to make way to safe harbour …

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AN OLD SONG

river runs under wind                                                     
takes sand    to the sea

wind blows over river
lifts foam from the wave

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silt moves through water
under my hand    to the sea

I cross the river                     
against the wind

to the place where hands meet
and lips touch underwater

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first published in Blue Skies Poetry

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to the place where hands meet
and lips touch underwater

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first published in Blue Skies Poetry