Light winks off the surface of the lake
The trees whisper
The flower behind your ear sings with the
Colour on my lips
And we dare to whisper
To the wind on the lake what we want
We hold hands tightly and jump
From the familiar dock into unknown
waters that wash away the stories
Of the unworthy woman

Poetry by Maija Liepins
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Written on 2017-04-02 at 01:41

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Ivan R
Beautiful! This washed my insides with so much beauty, a marvelous feeling it was to read this poem.