imaginary gardens holding
the blossom of your gaze
and the leaves of your smile,
the radiant beginnings
of irises and magnolias
spiraling and crawling
under the listless sun,
tempted as ever to scream
for your rain, to dance
to the rhythm and sing
to the meaning of
these words finding their
soul in traces of
synonyms and awakenings.
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