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gazing at the mirror her longest relationship

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stars still

on naked branches

snowflakes

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next to me

holding your coffee cup...

empty chair

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sprouting

through amber clouds

a line of tall palms

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that story…

is already written

in the sand

the sky has heard

the water singing it

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in the murmur

of a calm river

the ripples of your voice

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a puzzle piece remembering where to go

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dark circles

the void inside

many moons

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black holes...

pulled into forever

on a bed of dead stars

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meeting again the old pain disappears

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welcoming

the precious beauty

of ordinary days

this morning begins

with pearls of dew

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   acorn

             falling

               the

             sound

                of

               new

                life

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one more dream each night finding a new storyline

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embroidered

in the tapestry of the universe

words

the ancient rhythm sung

in cosmic ancestral chants

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the sound of a cello

silencing my heart beat

this longing...

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end of the line we could start here

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delighted

with the unexpected

gift box

her desire for nothing

unwraps its silky ribbon

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leaving

the white pelicans behind

the river turns...

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 the soundscapes                             

       of this breeze caressing                    

       the trees                                              

       no one knows why only

       silence can stop the wind
          

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tangoing as one    forgotten step

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she's still here

for some strange reason

clocks run backwards                                           

the storm after the quiet                        

a phoenix's return to ashes   

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countless years

when our life was a rainbow

in the night

tête-à-tête, cheek to cheek,

holding a thousand candles      

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listening

to the voice within

the mirror...

its whispers a breath

left in the fog

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what is left                          

of the Japanese garden                     

the lantern

a lighthouse sitting on a bluff                         

above the blue, smooth pebbles


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white waterlilies

at the feet of a bronze Pan

the owl too

rests in stillness by them

before bowing for a sip

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peace comes

silent like the dawn

war...so loud

an open market

full of rattlesnakes

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going home together

the moon

and I

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this solitude…

a cloud cloaking my days

with ease

the silence no word

wants to escape

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sitting

on a slice of moon

she smiles

without feeling the sharp

edge of the dark side


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writing

on the mind’s walls

all is lost

the red ink of a heart lasts

forever like a swan feather

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endless sky...

where

the sun goes to sleep

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walking barefoot

a thousand times

the sand remembers us

—Rita Melissano