under
the
alder
ash
and
beech
we
made
love
without
a
speech
the
sky
alone
once
crystal
clear
a globe
of
blue
which
without
fear
enclosed
all round
so near
so near
the
gentlest
word
the
slightest
sound
within
that globe
once
lost
now
found

07/15/2006

Posted on 07/15/2006
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