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After Autumn,we can play in leavesas wishes fallinto Winter;pressing mywildflowersinto pages saved for Springwhen my words bloominto bouquetslike the ..
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I love goodbye kissesin the morning;scent of your colognelingering in the air,brushed against my cheekso I can miss you more.I don't need pretty words..
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Uncovering parts of me,unexposeduntil fingertipstraced lips to curve;revealing dreamslikesilhouettes,unfoldingwithin flickerof moonlightdrapes, not dr..
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for my husband ...
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Your whispers
define my dance,
my mind, meandering
upon trickling waters
where time is of the essence
and dreams become destiny
in ribb..
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love
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Words flowing swiftly, sting
like daggers to the heart
and suddenly, I am no one-
wings unpinned,
wind whispers through my tresses
as ..
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I. Petals~
Pieces
of my life
falling into place
petals, scattered
now gathered
blooming bouquet
memories lost,
then found
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He shares his shimmer,
withclandestine constellations;
silhouettes
inperfect symmetry,
he waltzes with shadow;
quiet skies
his hidden ..
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