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there's so much more than I remember less and less of days behind a field of wheat a northern breeze roses blooming grey when winter fell around us reason swirled in silver lace dandelion kisses blew and took my breath away I didn't know I wouldn't know yet how could I have seen meadows thick with ivy longing slept in evergreen there’s more to love than scriptures tell jasper rolled in ash a long way back made easy by the night crickets swarming caught up in a symphony of string would they play for me I wondered with delight the boast of birth a sunrise filled with tangerines and ruby sails to chart the distance to the shore constellations burned into the memory of a dove will serenade our grief a morning more who wears the name of souvenir pieces to deliver more than these two hands could ever hold dreams I never dreamed hearts no longer beating were here before now nest within my soul loving fathers watch the past unfolding angels wait another chance to be books already written tell of our becoming planets dance on rivers to the sea there’s here and there and more than both bloodlines traced to velvet ferns babies born of birch and maple fall as leaves our fate to learn strands of time rings to carbon melting ice the sun became prophets perch on cedar shingles and know the brightest stars by name
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