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Dying of boredom unchallenged
— the single worst kind of death

(Dreamsleep: September, 2025)
A spark of fire
Struck by a view
Butterflies fly within
A feeling indescribable
What is that? Love?
A word often mocked
Yet here it blooms
revealing its meaning
Deep to the core and beyond
And All
Just because of you!!
She’s got daisies in her hair
Collected on a hike
With a bubbling brook laugh
We circled the bay on bike

Her blinding essence
We fit like a glove
Dive in the pool
And also a love

She’s got apple cider lips
And cinnamon filled eyes
Leaves drift off the trees
We promise no goodbyes

Her coat warm and ready
For the next blanket of snow
Carols in the square
Sleepy snuggles by the fireplace aglow
Understanding a woman
            Is like trying
to unscramble a scrambled egg
city dwellers step outside
a short walk
-and they are strangers

here too our small island
you are known
mostly through gossip
there are sad songs
written by sad folk

and deeper sadness
that only silence knows
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