His joy-filled smile: the afternoon sun His gentle laugh: the lake’s waves His attentive eyes: the evening breeze My flitting thoughts: dragonfly over the water He is genteel and genuine I want to genuflect I want to hold this time that has vanished in galleries of barely stifled laughter, irreverent intellectualism and bawdy beautiful Yet …
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