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A tulip blooms
In the effervescent sunshine of my heart,
A ray of light I alone
Could not have created,
For not until the birds no longer sing,
Or until the trees no longer grow,
Will my infatuation know its limits.
Your hair a melancholic autumn,
Shades of brown and hues of amber,
Your heart
A forgotten winter,
Made not by you,
But by those that came before I,
...Tuesday 3rd April 2018 3:20 am
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