In the still of the dusk,
sun suddenly shy of its blush
in the just about falling, breaking leaf, off its tree,
and in the umbilical cord just about snapping,
but never quite,
In the quiet of the love
that waits in the heart,
to pour over a face when it finally un-hazes
...is the music that I meet again...
sun suddenly shy of its blush
in the just about falling, breaking leaf, off its tree,
and in the umbilical cord just about snapping,
but never quite,
In the quiet of the love
that waits in the heart,
to pour over a face when it finally un-hazes
...is the music that I meet again...
Here.
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