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In
the rose garden
I
planted our love
One
by one
it
took over the roses
asserting
its dominance
Little
by little
A
sickness..
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Autumn
comes too soon.
Every
September, I climb the trees and I clutch the leaves
by
their stems; hold on tight. I'm not ready for the fa..
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Which is the cruelest month?Is it the one that buries the landunder a burning red; the month that calls itbeauty when it bares the trees and feedsoff ..
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You
think you'll get what you deserve,
if
you're patient and well-behaved.
You
crave the wild ocean, the life beyond
the
horizon, the depths ..
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She
comes back so quietly. My mind
holds
her like a mother holds her child,
sways
her lightly from one memory
to
another; and she forgets
to..
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She
looks up at the stars, where
she
looks for home. I feel the earth
beneath
my feet, the dirt
between
my toes,
dig
for answers;
find
on..
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You
told me purple was the color of dreams;
of
sweet flowers and sweeter berries,
of
wild butterflies,
of
love in autumn,
of
you and me;
b..
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It
wasn't for you that I lit the beacons
but
when you answered
for
you they continued to burn.
I
did not open the gates upon your arriv..
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I
had no body; no shape
described
me. I was confined
by
loneliness, but I was free.
Floating
in the sky I could see
a
light; so bright but ..
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I
am outside the door, peering in
but
I don't knock;
I
don't want to wake the past.
I
am outside the door, but I'm not
on
the outside; I'm ..
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