
I take trips back and forth up the mountain
while relegating
the misery I feel, like a pin drop
of blood
after the storm stops
I watch
the sunrise
over my heart of flowers
atop
our bed of petals and pearls
made from
loves most tranquil and delicate fibers
surreal
stitched
in the early morning, and
weaved with the fabric of our present glory
these two hearts, believe
in all they see
especially when pain arises
with the most pressing need
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