You Are: A Poem

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… a sunrise in some equatorial sea,
    a well-farmed grassland, grown to seed again,
the forest wind that whispers shy to me,
    a letter that starts out “Remember when…”,

the blood that stammers through my finger-tips,
    a well-made imitation diamond ring,
the breeze that bites my nose with little nips,
    the first fat robin of returning spring.

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