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It's a magical day

Beloved, I have to adore the earth:

The wind must have heard your voice once. It echoes and sings like you.

The soil must have tasted you once. It is laden with your scent.

The trees honor you in gold and blush when you pass.

I know why the north country is frozen. It has been trying to preserve your memory.

I know why the desert burns with fever. It was wept too long without you.

On hands and knees, the ocean begs up the beach, and falls at your feet.

I have to adore the mirror of the earth. You have taught her well how to be beautiful.

By Henry Dumas


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