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May 2016
I touched her hand
and it was like
lightning

the division of mind

The Gentle play of sunlight on water
evening light
as the day fades

a lingering smell of orange peels
and moist Earth

As well as death
But not for you
Beneath my willow weeping
Written by
Beneath my willow weeping  Az
(Az)   
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