Upon waking to the fresh breath of wind
Scintillating is what’s beginning.
Remembering that it’s diminishing
The small breadth between us.
Closeness quickening like slick silvering.
Sweet imbued with thoughts tinkering.
Love enclosed with fear scattering
About, outside, and away.
Chasing the wind, we climb scaffolding.
Lifting past buildings even when
Reaching to earth. Our hearts rendering
Shapes; lines brilliantly dazzling.
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