the shadows of trees
softly arrive at the closing
of noon,
the winds whisper an afternoon
of love
and caress, the leaves fall to
a music of cadences,
the river cascades, and
sings a love song,
for us,
as shadows dissolve in darkness
once more,
to learn to love again,
to forget
what conflicts are, what
troubles give,
disregard all differences now,
as love infuses every
nook of this empty soul.
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