The skies are blue
that speaks volumes
through that white fluff
that carries secrets 
of years ago: a soul
met another, one whole
and they were joined
as a new season grew.

As the fourth dimension
flows, the souls dream
of reunion that eludes
for tongues, faith and
bond create illusions of
their inevitable dearth 
of depth. Little Hearts
know which is which.

The air is cold and
cool, the breeze flows,
flutters and stops to 
behold:fallen leaves yellow;
the lovers are united
they are always one:
One with the Creator.
Anyone can see.



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