I will be the gladdest thing under the sun //
I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one //
I will look at cliffs and clouds with quiet eyes //
Watch the wind blow down the grass and the grass rise (Edna St. Vincent Millay)
Branches are bare with a pulse underneath Flowering slowly inside Your hands are warm and my body is wide To hold all the promise of blue-velvet dark and stars All it takes is a little faith and a lot of heart Sweetheart -The Weepies
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