of all the people in this world, YOU unsought intimate secret I am afraid of YOU
I walked on lonely, a pathfinder, reading shining secrets in the leaves of the young trees.
I drifted toward the burning gardens seeking freedom.
a stranger in the garden a wine-colored shadow in the wind
happiness hinted in a murmur she nodded lips a stunned tribute I looked her face lovely and bright a whispered promise
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