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Oct 2013
You give me your all
Make me look into your mind
Bountifully you bare yourself
Want the real you I find.

You lay it open before me
There’s nothing you conceal
On white paper you write
Read me, feel me, if you will.

It’s plain as birds your heart
Love’s river flows there clean
No jargon, no designs covert
Words carry the thoughts they mean.

Your eyes are clear streams
On their ripples sparkles sunshine
Reveal they all your dreams
If I share them will be mine.
My humble tribute to Nat Lipstadt, who breathes poetry, in forever summer.
Pradip Chattopadhyay
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