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Poem: The one and only

And every time she opens her mouth to speak, flowers take a fall from her lips.  Her at times strange self attracts me in ways I strangely can’t understand.  She was the earliest snowdrop to blossom.  The only snowdrop whose three white pedals crawl swiftly underneath my skin and into my soul.  I have been…
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Berk Sievers

August 24, 2021

And every time she opens her mouth to speak, flowers take a fall from her lips. 

Her at times strange self attracts me in ways I strangely can’t understand. 

She was the earliest snowdrop to blossom. 

The only snowdrop whose three white pedals crawl swiftly underneath my skin and into my soul. 

I have been paying undivided attention.

Undivided attention to you.

Listening.

Listening and now I grasp why our veins are submerged and concealed in such treasure.In greatness. In love. 

The most beautiful bloomer you are. 

So I invite you to this Journey. 

The Journey that starts and ends with you.