the sun will again rise tomorrow,
and the flowers will shiver in the morning wind.
the sparrows will sing,
a long-forgotten lore,
of how you used to miss my name,
of how,
the days we spent and the years that stood witness to god's embrace.
and through the heat of the noon,
i will pray,
and i will kiss,
and i will adore,
and i will love.
your breath,
your smile,
your stare,
your hair fluttering in the fields of love.
and through the twilight of life,
i will miss, an afternoon as this!
and i will weep,
and i will smile,
and i will celebrate
you!
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