Future Winter

Piercing like rain coming
makes a stomach moan for doing,
though being is djinn for ego.

In my mountain top
I judge the objects
that my soul has collected in choice.

I wash myself in the rain now
when it comes,
in hope for doing-and-being like love.

If a woman were to find me,
I hope she sees my
lightening.

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Author: leeethomas

Visual Artist, musician and writer from Australia. Interested in Love and the Mind.

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