it is raining once again
misty drops are soaking through our compost
and curling around your eyelids
we look out across this misty earth
through speckled lenses
mixing hot breath with cool air
our secrets exhale into the leaves and grasses
lying softly beside the garden
so many miles i've trekked toward this moment
when all i've yearned for is here
and life is no longer perfect
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