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sweetly

i am the color
of rain
a mid summer storm –
of shimmering cedars
reflected to deep
of snowfall
and verses –
a breathless becoming
the hush
of i love you –
when spread down
the morn
and held between fingers
(an almost forever)
bound into
moments
of wordless surrender
as darkness
to dawn
rainbows of sun

. . .

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