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Even as the years accumulate, In love there is a wonder always there, Grace like light along a dark horizon, Harbinger of sunrise in the heart, Taking us each dawning by surprise. Years pile up like leaves, disintegrate, Each memory a seedling that we share As we become entangled in a rhizome Rich with roots we cannot tell apart, Selves made one on which each self relies. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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