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it's when the swallows came,
rounded towers, mud nests,
a sweet song on the air
sea churned sand,
smoothed the frowns,
watched children gather there
to greet the first whale
we ended a chapter that month
when blossom cried like confetti
II
we bellowed with fire
and scuffed the park,
skimming with leaves and scarves
we wait for a final goodbye
when that tiny bird waves his wing
a tree moans in loneliness
for the loss of a friend
III
one icicle hangs
a pointed reminder,
it glistens in the face of darkness
illuminates us
behind the glass
with frosted memories
we wait the storm
its face blowing from the north
and the coolest of kiss
IV
rampant trade winds fly
a curlew screeches
dolphins breach
i find a happiness in the sun
his features refined
and as you watch the far horizon
i think of white yachts
cosy niches and lazy coves
a wonder of how long this warmth will last
how nothing changes a circle
even without your embrace
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