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04/01/12
Wise in the Ways
This soft, sweet, luminous Sunday morning Is no April Fool's Day; Indeed, the two of us late-waking soul mates, Voluptuating in our nude seclusion, Gathering, to our listening hearts, The birds' exuberant flute and lute notes, As they drift, like sea mist, Through our open bedroom windows, Are wise in the ways of nature's communion with humans. What possesses us is a harmony with beauty's music, A passion for how the universe plays its love, for us.
04/01/12
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