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Jurtin Albine Sep 2016
a fire burning—
warmth flickering yearnings dance. . .
the ash of what was
Jurtin Albine Sep 2016
summer, winter, spring—
what bountiful harvests bring—
fall: charming; wicked
Jurtin Albine Sep 2016
a single seed passed
off the dandelions mane—
soil home, start again
Jurtin Albine Sep 2016
a lover in mind. . .
touch her hand, sparks collide—
feeling please don't die
Jurtin Albine Sep 2016
the day humans flew—
floating aloft through the sky—
wistful spirits grew
Jurtin Albine Sep 2016
the physical form
performing in the moment—
perfection captured
Jurtin Albine Sep 2016
the song played the soul—
whatever the virtue is
music takes its hold
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