Lives long forgotten from earthly love, 'tis true.
Across Main a car pulls into line
Among whiff of honeysuckle and vine.
What thoughts say you as you climb your stair
And enter a room that I fashioned there --
By hand when love knew not a care.
Oh so keenly we go walking gently into night
For fear of shedding nary a sight
On things left behind, water under a bridge - returning
North by south, by definition, learning.
You and I so shyly bide under this here earthly sky.
-bellini
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