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like a sweet scented flower with petals of glass
as pure as a newborn child
breathing life into the air

she treads weightlessly between the plants
kisses the buds to blooms with love

a miracle ~a dream
she is life
she is rare


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nighttime sounds: an owl in a tree,
wind rustling the remaining leaves
gnarly branches,
black against the moon

the sweetest dreams,
taking residence in my heart

you & I
an impossible possibility
the sheets will not reveal my secrets

In silence

never would there evermore
a song upon a breeze
for music has forsaken us
went lost among the trees

now darkness has surrounded us
and vanquished all the light
in silence now we just await
the visitor in the night