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Nov 2018
the sun, she gives warmth
closed eyes
beads of sweat
and brimming smiles

the flower, a spectacle
a promise of sweetness
and honey gold

the field is ours
alone, and glowing
with the closest I've known
to heaven, yet
so fly!
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Former Poet  33/M/Canada
(33/M/Canada)   
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