Spirit that bathes the mountains, healing mother flowing from the sky
resilient force against carelessness, yet you harbor life.
Drip, drop, drip, drop
your wet heart fills my vessel
in one sip you transform me, traveling through my body,
embracing in amniotic currents the one I love
before knowing him.
The Nature-led Life 
A good poem for Valentine’s day, I think. There are so many forms of love, not just romantic love.
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