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Sep 2018
A branch I cannot bear to be far from
Lifted on wings from spell of yonder blue
Soaring high, we watched the blossom come
Lo, as leaves will turn green to umber hue
So now, as still we reach for further on
Lifting, the leaves will show their underside
And bare a shade of fractal celadon
A light beneath for wilting blades to hide
But once they drop and scatter at our feet
Until the breeze, let’s walk through tumbled time
And stay until new buds mature complete
For memories that hang need fall to climb
As we ascend until the season’s passed
The boughs will brace, for such bold love does last
Sam
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Sam  33/M/Prague
(33/M/Prague)   
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