feet
gently crush
failed winter blossoms as
we drunkenly inhale the sugary
sweetness of flowers
unfurling under
a ripe and full moon.
it is coming.
parrots chatter throughout the night
it is coming.
dreams dance under itchy fingers
it is coming
a balmy breeze stalks her raven hair
it is coming
promises lost are found
again
and,
with a kiss,
vows to life,
love,
and the Universe are
renewed.
She is coming
for you.
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