By a field, time plays tricks.
Trees lose their white coats.
Winter goes in seconds.
Winter goes in decades.
Stephen Paul Wren
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See AllThe china rose and its protector I am drawn to you. My tender tender. You care for me with a watering can. I am complex. You gaze at my cellular processes. The rush hours. You invest in this traffic.
Our horseless stable hides clues in bloodstreams; locks of hair in velvet pouches; remembrances. -- This poem appeared on X on 05/12/23 (for toptweettuesday). Thanks for reading! Stephen
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