Taking time, and steps and photos; lights star the water, of the dusken fountain.

Elements, written in the stones; my wet feet search, for the astral metals.

The entrance, is kingdoms and constellations; and beyond a bridge, we all must cross.

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Weather sounds, of apartment life; the upstairs shower, becomes my rain.

Up and down, the echoing stairwell; the neighbors flit, as raucous birds.

What a joy, to live surrounded by nature; so what if it is, the human kind?

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The sun’s face, carpets the water; as ducklings trail, mud wakes behind.

Their mother, stares between dives; as we imbibe, the late scene spring.

Her babies, have gotten big and brown; last flecks of yellow, catching the light.

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From the bench, we watch the pigeons; as they sit, and watch us back.

How cute they are, preening one another; I say as I clean, dust from your hair.

Isn’t love, the specialest of things; precisely because, it’s so common?

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a drawer full of coloured pencils paper is left nearby
raindrop on the closed window sprites paint the plaster wall
he throws paper balls picture signed by a child in the dark

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If you ask where, to find the wind; the water answers, in gentle waves.

The meadows, sing trees of grass; and the hills echo, with foggy plains.

Even stars, wander whispering on the earth; we are already, in heaven.

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The indwelling, of the many; great hands act, from the pieces.

Behold gods, living by cells; do the neurons know, for whom they think?

The self-war, is a cosmic struggle; and we the atoms, of all sides.

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Climbing up, the temple slope; I envy, the hopping magpie.

He saunters, beside the path; if only I too, could fly straight to the top!

Yet perhaps, flying is harder still; why else would he be, choosing to walk?

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Awaking, from an evening nap; my joy finds you, asleep by my side.

In the dark, I take your hand; and squeeze just once, as my eyes shut again.

For a breath, I feel only love; and know this life, has been worth it.

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