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Imperishable
thoughts
roll down
like shadows cast
By plump
translucent
pearls, unstrung
and softly glinting,
Lit, litmus-like,
the random dance
of raindrops,
lingers on
A window
shade, tremulous.
Filtered
now.
Thus
The evening
sun and flowers
bloom
in his
garden
we once
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Now,
prismatic
glass distills
the seasons,
refracting shards from
Times
astringent
flow.
Blending
embers in a bottle,
Sweet
elixir, sharp
reminders,
echoed laughter
made of tears.
And
the Rose
he planted
once, tempered
now,
By all
the reasons,
still sits
on a window
sill,
AIDS
Hotline
and key,
echoing
his distant call:
Come
see! |
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