There's an odd place
Between Wishes and Ribbons
where we Wonder
Who to pick, to blow away
which parts, people, places
to Tie up. Keep like a Ring,
an old String, knotted tight.
There's an odd place
where Wind travels, sings quiet
Hands clap, Hearts meet
Mind Forgets. Moving feet.
There's a place
a Moment before Melting
I'll wait there.
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