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morning
and I hear
soul in the rain
dancing the two step
on tin
shimmering light
as rainbows
I colored
of faraway places
retracing
again
soft recollection
of kiss
and caress
storms in the forest
– dreams
we begin
branches
are touching
where music still plays
a murmur
of longing
let loose
to the wind
. . .
tornadoday 