Maybe there's something to this
"Human" thing, after all.
I can't stop looking at you,
Even when it rains.
As the sun and the blue
(not blues)Sky melt away
The ice of another winter,
I can almost justify our
Place. I know this feeling
Cannot last, but I will savor it.
Savor it like a fine fruit
From the highest, thinnest branches
Of the trees that make up my forest mind.
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