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About This Poem
...we meld as roots twine
we meld as roots twine
bark nor storm infringe on love
death, cold, raw, a pauper’s dream...
braid graceful passion
bend before heart’s storm...
engulf beginnings
honeyed breath kiss on
life dancing on, babies born
tagged in blissful wondering...
forever mine dear
a bed to begin and to end...
embrace of me
*A wedding verse in Sedoka Form
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