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The sun comes up,
to erase the taste of rain –
and days of dancing dandilions.
It is sad to know this.
Lost love, a single letter to hold.
Given as a gift,
and bliss at the peak.
It was always you.
A Wandering Poet 
Beautiful photos and beautiful words
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Thank you for your kind words 🙏
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