these words now
are postcards from a dream called us
silent minutes envelop them
sealed with fresh and new sunlight
that shimmers with flecks of crystal
taken from your laughter
let the letters
written with care
and hands that cup distance
wishing it were your figure
stain your fingers as you read
and imagine
that this dream called us
will bring the rains
announcing the season that bears your name
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