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 11h Sera
reattaching to the beauties of life
is when you chop the onions with a sharp knife
to bake your grandma's homemade shepherd's pie
the recipe that you will teach your kids before you die

fully feeling things and awakening the senses
is possible through the tasty smell of the fresh herbs behind the fences
when you take out all the raspberries painted fancy plates
open a bottle of red, full-bodied Chianti and set elegant dinner tables

everything is like it used to be  
under the willow tree
we all there were free
then died he
In the morning of yesterday
There were strangers talking in my garden, heads close together
Intent on each other, in whispers
I heard them say your name
And the earth shifted a little...the season moved forward a little
And I heard myself sigh like a dreamer

Harvesting hearts and marigolds
The thief steals in when we least expect it, masqued and lithe
Wanting an exploration of Souls
Oblivious, if we’re generous
But still the knife cuts deeply...the blade turns without intention
And I’m bleeding out like a Madrigal

I loved you too much in the Mirrorfall
I found you in the violin’s shadow
Dust and star tears are my witnesses
I love you
My joy and my abyss
I am trying to believe in a love for me.
 1d Sera
I know, dear
it wasn’t me
but who was it?
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