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Love inkind

A bowl of lemons
on the wooden table
citrus catches the sun
that falls for you and me
season to season
bud to flower
such kindred spirits
we enlist the blossoms
every dew morning day
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Posted: Nov 3
About this poem:
something nice for an afternoon

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