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Golden hands and a noble heart, the space

you inhabit is fair and fresh – just as
a gentle rose garden's breeze in the face
wakes all senses from sky blue to green grass:
You are a panorama of sweet light,
suffusing all landscapes with your candid
sparks that combine to project truths so bright
they exceed the thrills my soul demanded:
I learned a lesson: the truth conquers all
when it's blended with vision, love and light,
and when it reveals itself during fall
in the garden where white poets delight:
It's winter up here despite my color,
and I've learned to paint my thrills much cooler.
 
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