let me know
what it is to love
give me hope
as if to triumph
spend your time
on pages of brush
wild fire in a feild of sage
as if the universe needed smudging
I stay quiet
when its time to sleep
I have no trouble speaking
in times of need
I gave her my heart
as if trust was weeping
gently,sweetly
as a gift of receiving
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