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| In fields of clusters, white Lost, within the beauty there The solitary, The individual Beautiful ones, amongst The tender green Held wanting in the breeze Silent Stirring together Though spoken of, as one Encircled petals, reflecting A subtle, beguiling , light In the city of trembling hearts Where echoes resonate The soft tender ones Are clustered I saw Her there Amongst the many Her beauty and sadness Came dripping upon me Her beauty and sadness, a well of drops, in her eyes So close were we, to being one Yet even so to far away we were Separated by our shadows |
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