Sounds of falling water

Sounds of falling water
float through the air
Leaves, green-gold,
shimmer endlessly
Among the laden branches
of the mango tree
As I sit in the room
with pomegranate walls
The gentle sloping trunk
rolls across the canvass
And down,
as if to find its roots somewhere else
My eye follows
the sprawling path to the door
The moment you come in,
Ah brilliant light,
your energy embraces me,
As you sit next to me,
among the velvet cushions
and curved wood.
Together, we merge.
You pierce my heart
with the gentleness of
A spring breeze,
flowing with the shimmering,
Glowing tree before us,
Never has anyone shown me, how to see
The way I see this peace, this strength,
This now


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