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About This Poem
Lover's Walk At Sunset
the flower strewn hills
embrace the earth with garlands....
a bouquet of love
a bent willow tree
brushes against my earlobe...
whisper of a kiss
lover's palette
sunset of crimson...
is blood from mine own heart?
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Entry for PD's Contest: 2 Valentine Haiku/1 Questionku)
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