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My dear, what can I say?
I have dreamed of watching
volcanoes erupt with you, with our hands
cupped over our hearts
of sharing serene silences...like a kiss
between souls, laden with peach-blossoms
with an occasional, precious stir of poetry
of drowning in silver dew, with you
of gazing over holy lands,
breathing in fragrant soils
and leaning against you
when the pain of amazement
gets too much
of evenings and cups of tea shared
like words fully absorbed
and now you've left me
and gone
my mountains crumble to dust,
silences scrape like bare branches
there is nothing to drown in
but myself
no sights left to behold,
only ashes to breathe in
none but my own shadow,
to fold into
my dear, I have nothing to say,
my heart burns like the evening sky.
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