At a Birds-Flight of Joy

I recognize your inner blossom the desire to grow blooms luxuriant future buds along the love-river sunlight resident in hopeful hours every caress becomes a golden memory in a waterfall of heart-desires old shady places are left at a birds-flight of joy wait translates itself into drops full of pine on a wild sea full of emotion this storm will never lie and I reap the fruits of your tree @ Bianca & Gerhard