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I as you,
not one, not two.
Me dissolving,
into you evolving.

To be —
only full in we.
Gray clouds bloom open,
raindrops fall into the puddle
on the ground



which One circles around.
Peace and love
make sparkling life,
behind a thundering night
spark of white light,
you and I become
what we can see beyond
stars and bright shining eyes.
Low beneath the weeping willow stand
Stars and a full moon grand
On the ground of the earth’s land
Oooh… Phew!

One and 1 are indeed different
from each other, right?

One is a word, and the other is a number.

Yet, when I am not visible, no one sees that I exist separately.
winnie the poem Nov 2024
I am here to be,
her shadow,
hidden, in a widow.
Her dark in death,
mysterious,
fallen into star.
A pastlife scar,
you,
my beautiful wife,
thats who you are.
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