our last days here are wild
sweet like the clover
blooming in full fragrance
I am intoxicated
dizzy with the collecting
of sights, scents
hungry to hold and file
tastes of home
I can pack them, weight free
in my heart, where soon
they will blend
with all that is new
a fusion only The Master
Himself could brew
joining Kelli living in unforced rhythms
Very well said!!!!
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I'm wondering what new sights and scents you're going to collect. I'm glad I'll be able to taste the brew through your words.
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