The Kiss

Jr Korpa

First there is a kiss –

a spirit awkens after a long, long sleep

a rose opens in celebration, plucked thereon for its beauty

and eternal scent.

The air stirs and whirls around the earth

a heart opens

joy springs forth

eyes sparkle, vision crystal clear

and beholds a new dawn.

A spirit is set free –

a bird flaps its wings, leaves rustle in the breeze

Then, sunset creeps up and looms golden, red, orange

and bathes the earth with a warm glow.

The spirit continues to wander through time in search of that kiss

in search of that soul,

of that destiny, even if it takes an eternity!

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Thanks for stopping by, until next time,

Sharon