dandelions, dragonflies
soft summer evenings
skies so delicious
i reach for a spoon
whispers in cedars
voices in willows
blanket of stars
beneath the tall pine
puff balls and rune stones
tell me our future
forever home —
the welcome mat out
loves me, loves me not
words hide the answer
longing remains
the key to my dreams
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