At the morning coffee
I talked to you about
Love fluctuation between us.
The morning blew away
All the leaves on the yard
And the white flowers
Of the garden
Were moving its petals
As telling “I do” with me.
What have we done
With our super wonderful love?
Have we each tiny piece eaten?
Or is it gone thru your eyes
To other land?
Time was a pretty rug
Under my feet
And you were for me
The wind that blew away
All the leaves on my yard.
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