A glimmer of light on a stone,
The uprush of wind under eagle’s wings,
And pure power pounding off a cliff
Takes many forms.
Heart breaking in its perfection,
-or mask?
Yet it makes us whole.
-it is the whole.
Untouchable – so distant –
And unbelievably close.
Even in its intrinsic flaws.
Beyond this poem.
Beyond words.

Gram (Irene Ramsay)
02/05/2013 12:47

Nature - Dear Samantha, I loved this poem! Keep up the great work. Love Gram


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