Tag: Nature of love
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There were seven
There were sevenbut they were not fliesand I was the “giant”looking at them from up high. Golden-crowned sparrowsdanced under the rain.They were not in Broadway,there was no stage. There were sevenon my grass today,gracefully jumpingfor me to seethat every morning,through quarantine,miracles happenamong humanity. My ink has beenfor too long dry.There were seven tiny fellowswho brought…
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