Sun shines.
In thine eyes, my love.
With every whisper.
Of the wind, it blows.
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Farewell - I said.
Not admitting the pain.
For I knew.
We may never see again.
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I sit here thinking.
Also dreaming.
Of things past.
And of a future.
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Evening - Dark.
Yet so bright.
Every night.
You come, remind me.
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Tonight, as I stayed alone.
An apparition came to me.
Quietly whispered, my name.
Rose, a vapor from the ground.
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Frost circles, on a glass.
I watched.
Hour upon hour.
Through a day's loneliness.
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'Twas early spring.
When I got out to smell.
Wood, flowers, amidst melting snow.
Last ice, early birds and all.
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To speak, is to think - Exist.
We presume.
Throw around.
These exquisite realizations - Sounds.
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How odd, my love.
It seems now.
For us to have strayed.
Been set apart.
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