Secret Ingredients
Gift
you are my center-
the sky above my head and
ground beneath my feet
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autumn leaves-
take from me the
very air I breathe
Collection
melting chips of ice
droplets chase my finger down
the small of your back
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a distant tor-
morning dew bends
the desert grass
Fire
a guttering flame
struggling to hold the wick
before going out
–
roiling clouds-
searing winds blow
the grasslands ablaze
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