The Circle

My brightness opens with Nature

A few words from my lips open the door

Gifted Butterfly wing, an invitation

Sparkle of Sunrays

The synchrony of steps, mine with Hers

My Heart opens with Nature

Blossoms, Branches, Mountains

Ant with the world on his back

Dark horse close without touching

I swell with emotion

Rising and falling

Grieving all this in me

I see Beauty

Feel Beauty

Her warm, strong back

Song of birds

Genuine kindness

Respect of space

Morning is dawning

I am rising within

Light is unstoppable

Always breaking

As consistent as Darkness

Circle of both meet, complete

In me

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