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Aug 2014
the wind moves
into me
the way the sun once did

cold
and fierce silver
in place of gold

i get goosebumps
from its
moving
caress

and i close my eyes
and wonder

if the same invisible current
touched you
first
in just the same
secret way
pluie d'été
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pluie d'été
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