And finally
we meet
flesh to
flesh within the heat
of summer
newly risen in
this universal
spin
that whispers
in the early morn
in mists,
enchanting spirits born
as dew
upon the grass so green
that speaks
of all that life has been
and all
that future holds
as sun
in sky will mold
a new awakening
Listen!
Hear the angels sing
of love
? Michaelette ?
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