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Just a little taste of spring:
Hands jerking over rosebuds
Wheeling inside a weightless wind
The slender self would flood
Numbers, sunlit fall
Without winding, nor binding no
Not this kiss, for that’s all it is
A kiss and a thunder so
The flower smiles today
Before the morrow’s sunless yoke:
The higher they be howling
The sooner sets the stroke
And age, it cries out for the coy
For youth knows yet the blood,
and time the wisdom of the sleepless
knows the quiet of life caught in the bud.
The Waking Den 
the quiet of life caught in the bud…. wow.. that gave me shivers… beautifully penned and cool to see you chris…
ps. the soundcloud recording didn’t work somehow… maybe check..?
On such a frigid day, this warms.
This is beautifully written!!
I really connected, specially with the last verse
These words chill.. Very well done. Couldn’t get the soundcloud link up…
knows the quiet of life caught in the bud.
love the last line