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Mostly Love
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Invisible Poetry .
I seem to get lost
watching the world
change retrospectively,
but I love the way
you smile at me
when the rain comes.
When the winters are cold.
.
In endless cycles, we
revolve around each other
through the season
when the sun comes.
When the leaves fall
as if there were no way
for us to stop changing
either.
.
Lady A
11-23-12
12:01p
.
