am not afraid of telling about this love
found in me and Mother Nature
exchanged in the chirp of a bird
coo of the dove
it’s this love I have with the gazelles
that I see in their sprint
graceful and breath-taking
it’s this love with the whisper of the leaves
that I hear in their rustle and
their breeze
sometimes when I feel like to whisper
I go to the woods
to talk to a daffodil
then kiss her petals
it’s about this love I talk about
pristine
undemanding
C) Lorot Salem 2010
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