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come to me
one more time
with scarlet suns and meadows blue
places fair
I move between
as every path returns to you

with questions why
tho who can say –
what remains
of what shall be
familiar song I sang for you
as empty arms
remembered me

shall I return
(you know I will)
as sure the orchids fade to gray
along the wood
where once we loved –
longing bears the rest

. . .