And now my mind gathers moisture
for my eyelashes to own as grass
collects the silvery morning dew
There is a thought that escapes and runs
down the cheek and for my mouth to taste
what is currently real within the heart
Here is a thought (but no virtual gift) to lay beside you
"bearly" resting upon your pillow is
a spirit of freedom that is a closeness to be
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