Spring wakens my soul,
and the flames of desire.
Gone is the frigid winter,
witnessed through drafty skies.
With a picture of the
Buddha spinning.
And the calm breezes
in another place.
I can live moments,
for an infinity with you.
Life nomadic
Spring wakens my soul,
and the flames of desire.
Gone is the frigid winter,
witnessed through drafty skies.
With a picture of the
Buddha spinning.
And the calm breezes
in another place.
I can live moments,
for an infinity with you.
A Wandering Poet 