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Mar 2017
hasty short-termed  temporal passing
transitory words fly so quick as bats like flies
vermin winged here
then when i descend
from high come down land
next to a statue or painting
a poem falls next to me
a leaf
i find this urge to capture
every variation her veins color dryness
scent the tree stands so tall over me
glancing
deciding it seems
if my words are worthy
like a father defending his only daughter
from me
and I love her I swear to him
and I do
she is life to me
my all
she floated and fell and beautifully
on my shoulder landed
it was meant to be
I look up at all
the trees and all the leaves
and this one was  the one
for me
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