Swanlike

Under the trees

where the bluebirds sing,

I bathe in a hot spring.

The bubbling warmth

heals the ache

of my sore body.

Renewed,

my mind encapsuled by serenity;

water gracefully slides

off my naked body –

pale skin glistening in sunlight.

Swanlike, I breathe

as one with the gentle breeze.

Feathers and leaves

dance around my feet:

my heart is the fuel

to an everlasting bonfire.

~

This poem was first published at Steemit.

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