Never Too Soon

Cleansed, as when the fresh, new snow
falling from the sky
covers all upon the earth
in purest white

Free to start again
clear of all that's been
and love, just like a mountain stream
awakened with the spring
flows clear and clean

Come walk with me now
hand in hand o'er the gentle inclines
the meadows a carpet of green
while satin-soft and sensuous
the flowers bloom

for it can never be too soon
to love again . . .

?Michaelette?

9/7/99
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