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I look down at the buildings below
Twinkling with celestial grace
And map the constellations
Of journeys to be
With eyes the embers
Of wildfires
She approaches
Igniting the night
With raw curiosity
Memories
Blank like an unwritten checkbook
Try to recall
Days unspent
See the world through Van Gogh
Soften your focus and
look out your window
Haiku, daily
You were my North Star -
With your light now gone
How will I find my way home?
Orchids plie in fifth position following the cadence of spring
Though I know I’m just
Pleading with my palms -
I say a prayer anyway
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