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Letters to Petula Sweet Tulip: remember
When I called you that?
Still in the bud of love, You -
So full of dark hair and intense stares
Made your way over to me and helped paint
A new sunrise from my small room
We spoke different languages in those days
Nevertheless, we were bound together
By the ancient dialects of stars
And by the light of the life that grew
Between us and within you
It was as a dew drop gathers
on a budding flower, pauses
And waits, expectant, promised:
You, so beautiful, like dew
Slides down my stem
It leaves a trail
Of all the mornings we've collected
Brushed across the sky.
