On a winter sunday afternoon

by Ole Carsten   Feb 19, 2012


Sunday afternoon: on a winter day.
I am happy to feel present;
Filled to the edge with emotions.
Bubbling like hot water in a pot.
Thinking about flowers and fragrance,
Coming to my aid: sliding deep in to love.
Colors deep and fine: painting winter to
Summer sun: heating my soul.
Dream a little dream on a winter's day,
I know where I prefer to stay.
On a Sunday afternoon: on a winter day

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