Sunday, July 16, 2017

reed reflections . . .

"and have you ever felt for anything 
such wild love-- 
do you think there is anywhere, in any language, 
a word billowing enough 
for the pleasure 

that fills you, 
as the sun 
reaches out, 
as it warms you ..."

excerpted from:
 "the sun" by mary oliver

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