oh sunlight
creeping over tree tops
in vibrant streams
of moistened light
crawl over shadows
devour dark
warm slowly these enchanted days
the frost a shiny glaze
waiting to slide away into the air
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Over rocks the river runs
cold
free
flowing
raging and pounding
she beats the shore
and he holds on tight
she wears him down
as she becomes bigger
he loses his soft sand
and it is replaced with gravel and pebbles
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grow on me like moss
like an old tree sitting shaded from sunlight
whose leaves hang like ivy to the ground
grow on me
like dust settles on old photos
and untouched objects
grow, reach
and complete me
just wrap and engulf me
when we reach the invisible lights
at the end of time
we are so entangled
and melded we remain as one
as a single possession of time
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