To invent time one
Floats between then and now reaps
Memory’s echo.

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Autumn ray of love
before Winter’s cold embrace
you will invent me.

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My straight and narrow
wishful thinking leads inside
fallen tree branches.

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Narrow creviced heart
fallen leaves of love’s lost grasp
towards broken skies.

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Nature’s narrow path
downward descension of man
before she arrived.