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Weary,

all I lust is a simple beauty.

There with the lonesome afternoon

beyond the fence

by the river.

I met you.

And the bucket of water that you placed down on the longing grasses.

The way you put your hair back

wiping the sweet dew on your neck.

With the sunburned hand

and the promise of complete solace.

 

Yearning for air

the seagull came from far sea

kissed the rocks of the mountains

fell like a naked turkey

to surrender.

Standing here counting the last of my breaths

I stare at you

the brilliant glance from those clear eyes.

 

Lifted the bucket and turned away

to walk along the path

shaded by trees of untold memories

yonder

to where I can’t see you

and beyond

while lights and shadows were dancing along

stardust you’ve left behind…

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