Past Presence

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Once,

Peacefully,

We listened to clouds,

And daffodils murmured

The moist warm wind.

Then,

This harmony

Climbed secretly,

And dissolved tracelessly.

Tonight,

Blindly,

You whispered

For your thick winter blanket;

Bluely,

I observed the frost

Heaving her pure wild garden

Of dark, beautiful air

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