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Appreciation

Barren fields without a clasp
How treasured Flowers are in barren grasp
Growing reminders of the strength of life
Stems despite an indifferent midwife
 –
Slumbering solders within us lay
somber sentries on full delay
and water whisper widens way
pent up gushing here to say
 –
the golden moments that between us lies
frozen in amber measured thrice
though time forever may never tie
droplets precious under honey skies
 –
mind and body, whiskers, soot
distance is just an illusion too
and here we are, for me and you
sample profane with the truth
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