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Marigolds were yours...
There's something to be said for breaking dawn
at 3 pm because illusion is masterful...
I'll walk with you, along this path
The one where we both met...
I am in awe of the translation of your eyes,
from the forgotten languages of dreams...
How I float on the flow of this music,
how I realize I am a share in this music...
The bouquet of wild white flowers
that I tendered you...
If at first you don't succeed
Then try, try again...
Your smile,
the white queue of musical tone...
As the sun sets people scurry,
making their way...
There are pits
Deeper...
There is a
Fine line...
I don’t want a love,
that is distorted and...