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She bloomed when she rose
awake to loving love.
The men do not come to be awake.
They come to drowse for a time
in the branches of her tree.
I come to sing with birds
in the light, of the light, the lemon light
and the Gods who cast it down by the river.
Very nice Ron. I liked it–sweet, short, pungent. >KB
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thank you KB.
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Very beautiful.
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thank you.
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lovely! ⭐ (1 star = Very Well Done)
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thanks for the star. 🙂
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