Everything that lies around you,
all the broken pieces,
go gather them up.
Tonight, we make a bonfire
with but a single [[hope]]:
to get it. To really, [[real]]ly
get it.
If we gather [[enough]] fuel,
then the flame [[will]] only [[be]] snuffed
by returning sun[[light]]
and maybe, in such sincere
failure, will we find the open
[[secret]].
It's deep autumn [[now]] , but the butterflies are still [[here]] : evergreen [[white]] and orange oracles of calm air, their wings lit…
Your [[love]] is [[light]] focused in my [[heart]] , that first messenger at last arrived to take the [[signed]] [[will]] from this…
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