My Love
Whispers on winds;
Sails softly the
Deep pools
of Serenity.

Untouched,
Lies a round
White stone.
In the depths
Of this dark pool
It waits
Patiently.

A violet
Smiles at the Sun,
The willows tree
sighs knowingly,
Its fingers
Trailing in the Stream.
A tiny leaf
Drops, and

My Love
Whispers on Winds;
Sails softly the
Deep pools
of Serenity.

2-30-1969
A.Maurmann