Seeing her shake

Puzzled as you are,
by my success.
You head gone,
in an ancient cloud.
No witnesses,
no whiteness.
How shall we tell?

There is always two,
to read the poems.
A world suspected,
beckons to new places.
Mingled with the scent
of wild strawberries.
A simple statement,
alive by reason.

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