written in the sky with
birds, clouds, blue
spoken by the silence that
cannot help being beautiful
She cannot help being beautiful
and I have learned to love that sculpted
flow of hers–all that’s secretive…
Blue surfaces. Silences.
Now I know the depth of blue, flowing,
that depth of blue, my love, silent.
She cannot help being beautiful
Oh my love my love my love
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