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| i enter and hear hopeful tones
from aspects of you composed;
with restraint chosen out of many,
allowed to exist by your hands
in another room of your house
your words become tulip petals;
lightly into the air you pronounce
your voice in a violet spectrum
outside, the clouds always wander;
in an ephemeral december window,
your image trembles through water
of raindrops chosen by your words
i don't spill these thoughts, i hold
a sunday evening in crystal fixed
refracting your luminous warmth:
an original gift of your goodness
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