I find that everything feels new again
New as the love of a child
When we sit with our lips together
On a soft sifting plane.
You who have a brain like a carbon copy
You, the sentry with a broken wing
and a heart of lullabies
You, the courageous meadowlark
that flies to high heaven in hopes of stitching a hollowed soul.
I find that everything feels new again
When I can feel
You.
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