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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