Pulling Weeds

Joy trickles softly down cheeks
of those who seek passion;
let it seep into skin
through dreams and visions;
through tingling seasons of trust,

dancing, singing
in a language
only he can comprehend;

hands pollinating these Spring flowers

without misgivings
on a sleepless, but bountiful,
unpaved, uphill
journey of hearts.

~

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