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A poem which is just right for the month of May.
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Biorhythm Deep within us is a small harvest Ripening in us a small springtime Summer then Fall Deliquescent fruit needing pluck.
This small year of desire Plays itself out alongside the Wider, Renaissance, canvas of love.
Radars twinkle; Flights soar, land : enoughIs enough. In constant stops, starts and jerkings earthbound Life is made. We may not Want an endless tenure here, Under Gods unwavering gaze.