I.
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I watched him sit in the grove
The wooden bench began my existence
He, I, the bench are a unique triad
To grow old age backwards, a paradox
Unless he, I meet at the middle hearth
In the same time warm as if wrapped in fleece
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II.
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Pairs mimicking existence
Ask must lovers exist in a triad?
No dream, you, and I is a paradox
Loneliness will never light our warm hearth
Sit here beneath the coat of spring like fleece
As nature decrees our favorite grove
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III.
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Three novae form a triad
We see them once each year as paradox
Cold as winter, the solitary hearth
With you I am treasure no one can fleece
Surrounded by trees that comprise our grove
We bask in a tree filtered existence
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IV.
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Wrap your arms around my hearth
Caress each other’s skin like summer fleece
Green grass may grow gracefully in this grove
Spring forth like the finest new existence
Earth, water, air is our sacred triad
death by heart attack, an old paradox
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V.
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Paradise not paradox
Welcome as last week’s roaring winter hearth
Pull off your favorite jacket of fleece
Glad to have encountered your lovely grove
That made an exceptional existence
Forming you and me into one, a triad
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VI.
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Robins sing love’s existence
You, me, green branches, another triad
Lashes like fleece his eyes a paradox
Heat between held hands was a heady hearth
Spring blossoms like snow fallen on shed fleece
Bliss flamed existence ignited our grove
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VII.
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Come fleece without paradox any more
Let this hearth of love make us a triad
Whose existence is the grove where you sat
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allets
02-09-15
358p
