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June 21, 2005 - A poem about Love


Only morning brings them to me
Glinting like iced stones in the half light
Tangle-tongued and smiling - I cannot describe
These subtle beacons, like backward glow-worm tails
Like blue stained chorused chimes that resonate
The very core and into me - searchlight mined
And such mornings bring them to me
The only time I ever really see
Your nearly azure


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