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I used to want it all
but now I gather free fall
white petals floating on an ether breeze.
The fire & the rose have burnt a huge hole
I’ve done so much of nothing
since we’ve been.
Other’s talk of love
how little they know,
of waft of weft our inner harmony:
& when I think of you
my heart still skip soars
a living breathing grace
an entity,
where the trees sing for us
of early sun & Spring solace
Spring solace still to come
that lasts a Summer lifetime:
forever you & me
our lemon dreams.
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