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tbecks
One life, a moment to meet and to be met by love in all its forms.
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Aug 16, 2022
Aug 16, 2022 at 7:20 PM UTC
to be met
Azaleas in Spring Know their blush will soon wither. Still grateful, they bloom.
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Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 4:39 PM UTC
Azaleas
If you will my roots to rise We shall go on stumbling. Surrounded with memories Of distant places.
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Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 1:32 AM UTC
Stumbling
But I wonder, What will you think When you're not alone
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Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 1:25 AM UTC
Untitled
Sleepy looks in bed, Met for only the instant, But how slow it's sped
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Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 12:26 AM UTC
looks
I think hours about that minute, months past, Wishing my cab hadn't come. Wishing we hadn't places Nor people to be. Though few nights more than strangers, Our dream striding cities and oceans, Not a thing was out of place Simply and so naturally, As I held you for the last time, Felt your lips on mine, Then walked away.
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May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 7:47 PM UTC
That minute
We are thrown to the Earth -- what for? Without even the least mark to bear, Waves that toss and **** and side the shore. In the breaking ocean -- what glory is there? Still I cannot think by chance it's kept, For we share time and its passing, fleet, For our eyes, find the other's step, Our voices, their echoes meet. Rathering shed our memory, more our name, Of the climbing dawn, our love beneath it, Than serve cruel reason and falsely claim, We hadn't been born to see it.
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May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 5:32 PM UTC
what for
Thousand formless threads lull tides in one who keeps such webs of restless peaks.
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Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 2:23 AM UTC
wind on the bank
As I looked up, under the night's blue overhung, A moonlit hollow. I could not know what the people were, nor the things, That grew within the garden walls. But I was not saddened, I was not cold, Beyond a closed window's glow, and hearing only the rustling Of grass in the gutter.
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Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 6:39 PM UTC
garden walls
Steam rising upward Blurs the lamp in your glasses, The tea is perfect.
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Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 6:21 PM UTC
Tea