procession of season upon golden path glimmer to the knower gush…I push the circles deep…you pull the core grinning at the spirals knocking upon the door
reveling in your madness intensity blazing strength rippling across your torso internal force permeates
kindness ofheart tendered laid open and bare shining to light walker spin…I swirl in smiles dig…you churn the root laughing at the coiled sleeping under the roof
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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Love Tinka
Felix