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the rain
(slowly) washes away
the dust upon your heart
the sun
(happily) shines into
your soul
filling it with morning glory
the wind
she speaks softly
as she brushes past your ear
swirling in for a moment
just to say i love you
the snow
gently descending
as you watch in reverence
of all things
past, present and future
smell, taste, hear, feel
feel that it is all of love
it all has pure passion
it all has great pains
and as we wash away the pain
the cycle continues
(because)
we are everything
.n.v.
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