When I gaze into your eyes
Time begins to slip away
I'm unsure then if it's been seconds
Minutes, or even an hour
Passed by unconsciously
As that contemplative river
begins to flow again
Lie downhere
like a deer
Silence
leans on
silence
Chilly
frog-croak
illumnates
On the arched roof
of the dream-nest
birdsong bursts into bloom
Sunflecks
flutter
golden
bees
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