Lover in Transit, Part II

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Six miles up, looking down
at the hazel that you see
when you look in my eyes
It blankets the horizon

I want to float with you
among the whispers of these misty clouds
Where once I built shelters from the tempest
and the storm was dark and heavy,
I now run into the rainy night, laughing
always seeking, sometimes finding

After the storm has passed,
the soil now fertile
Within the dormant seed that you planted
a bright new blossom awaits
for the dawn of the sun
now free to bloom fully
in the light of your gaze


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