Crickets stop.
Spring clouds rain.
Sun spots the frog pond.
And the death of an oak…
It calls from the center of the earth,
The far side of the moon.
Sunflowers stand tall and sing—
All to the smile of your eyes.
Today sees me take the next wave
In the breath of eternity.
Your smile never dies.
ak 11/13/03
Saturday, December 03, 2005
Your Smile
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