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parting

Updated: Feb 7



your light beam

adorns my eyes

dimmed by erring through darks

darks where soul cannot alight


earth you call your smile

a shelter you offer the stranger


wind gates open in my ears

it's your whisper i hear


remember

this is nirvana

the mother

of all shores


here

your hand in mine

brush of a petal


the plum-branch

our loosened hold

we scatter





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