Tuesday

nine

The petals seep in, red as silk,
White as silk. The memories
Arise, where mountains are small
And the river mice sing. Where
Rain falls sideways and the stars
Look like strings of dreams from
Yesterday’s thoughts. Where the
Lemon tree produces love and
Only love. Where the sidewalk
Gently touches the sea. The same
Place I fell in love with you.


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