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A River In Your Eyes
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Some tears sit awkwardly
on your upper lip, telling a story. Can you
divide the space by a sword?
My mind flies like
a golden eagle, like also tender leaves of
weeping willow fly without wind.
Let colloquy start. I
have kept my poems in place. You send
only pistillate flowers.
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