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The flower in me was chanting
I became conscious of an unconscious lament
winter was wandering into spring
yet spring yearned for disclosure
of written words anchored in pink breath.
There is a way time continues
to triangulate you and me....
an intermediary of heaven and earth
dedicated
to a continuing present of promise fulfilled
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| rose chanting | Conscious of the unconscious | lament | winter wonders as spring weeps |
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| yearning | revealed by moons | transmission of the written word | anchored |
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| pink breath | Continuity of Time | triad | trois |
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| intermediary | dedication | vision |