The morning begins it's beautiful
dream fragments and a line
jotted down without a thought
seed germinates the mind
another word falls on the leaf
without resistance it will grow
into a pregnant metaphoric
bough shading emptiness below
branching roots and syllables
tendrils another line
sentences continue on
as growth forms another vine
a harvest yields and is admired
more fruit comes into hue
a pining grapevine riddling words
just to say I love you.
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