three month honeymoon.

a breath in the winds.

three-month honeymoon.

like distant flutes

poets serenade the air,

we, softly inhale,

and soon we capture the tune,

transmute it— craft devotion.

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song inspired blooms,

so intimacy grew roots,

pustules, petals,

fertile lands, and the gardens spoke

in tongues, a language of love.

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i’d like to think, apollo sent

the clouds towards me,

to grant me poetry,

an artistic certainty,

our meeting was part of destiny.