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candy tears
candy tears
in the dead of the night
she whispers
again while
singing
i knew she was
the music
that she listens
to
dreaming—
it is the unfoldment
that scares
us mortals
because of
our undistinguished
petals
longing—
we long for
the perfect honeyed
world
to
unfold—
Fantastic piece of work
I love this poem, on the whole, but especially "i knew she was / the music / that she listens / to". It wrapped me in, and the next line "dreaming---" seams it all together.