I want
to touch your shoulder
and accept
the ecstasy of passion,
wisdom, age,
my thoughts are trapped
in love
for memories of you,
blue jays
brake the soundlessness
of magic moon,
inveigling us into
the past,
I hope
the fates will smile
upon tomorrow's day,
I hope
the winds will take
my Fall away.
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