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resolvedtobe

winds
are the same
as once held my secrets
returning as breath –
a season
of trust

stars watch
the path
was made of my wishes
centipede
honeybee
briar
and dust

words
taste the same
as e’er they were
spoken
made sweeter for lives
the silence between

souls bear
the proof
of paradise traveled
a way without squander
would envy not
dreams

. . .

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