Cobalt sky, the wind is fair
no sign of closure anywhere
we brush sweetly the softness, the fern
can you smell the aroma
I drop my gaze, you turn
in my dream the scent is gone
you are gone.
Comes the night
and you as sparrow taking flight
high above the soil we are rooted
still the wind its scent so fair
here in root, no sign
not here or there
then the breaking dawn
your wings unfurled
caress the mountain air.
Fresh dew, renewed morning
vibrant color of life
you take nest beside me
curious, intriguing wife
A new scent? A new sound?
A softness smoother than silk
here in safety the taste of a mother's milk
the new egg, the bonding seed
no exception for my love exceeds.
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