Ah, this love.
Like a down
of a child on the check.
Like a waft
among roots nodulous
of a hidden forest.
Leaves woken up
in Saint Martin’s summer
of the tree
waiting for the winter.
A bell aureate
of Sundays of autumn.
Tolls …
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