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Love and Pain Sweet like the scent of a
Soundless orchestra
Of clustered lilacs and
Climbing Jasmine
All contending for solitary
Grandeur
Warm like napping in grass
On a late-April day
Shrouded from the sun's
Brilliant stare
Only by a few passing
Clouds
Bold and breathtaking as
One o'clock sunbeams
Completing the seascape with
Their dazzle
Precluded by nothing
Scintillating in all of their
Splendor
Thoughts of thee!
Reveled yet riving!
Encapsulated and Intermittently
Caressed
And indeed the author of
Future Teardrops
