Life and light in synonymity:
one yields and is also made of the other
but involuntary glance
through random windows
gives moon-wires
bent by wind
and blushed by rain
conspiring with ardent trees
and pliant foliage.
We can paint it
transliterate
or just breathe it all
and tell our hearts,
“open now
the beloved has arrived’
Confusing
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