I can’t tell you how long it’s been
a year? a sphere to bear like bowls of figs and pears
winter melon sweet wine why yes you are a friend
of mine to wrap around the hands of time
simply divine the peacock feathers blue as seas are too-men and women
with faces of the little children we once knew, growing up is hard to
do, as little more than
Heaven maybe pure, experience will close some doors
but alas the past is past to dwell there is a fantasy
fantastic surreal life is healing the crutches of reality,
in an inexplicable vitality
yet with all my heart candidly
love and be loved tenderly
as you go along merrily.

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