Bowing to the wind

Love must be so pliant
like a blade of grass

Bowing to the wind
till the storm has passed.

Love is enigmatic
Like the sphinx’s smile.

Waiting for an answer
Nothing is on file.

Love is often near us
Yet we do not see.

Sometimes where we are
Is just the place to be

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About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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