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We are not falling in love, for love is an addition to light that falls out of the shadows, the way a song is descending with high and low tunes or water colours seeping into a moist paper landscape
The morning they go rowing, swans bring them no closer to perfection. Nor do reeds bow against the stream. They argue which stroke will turn their boat, which method reverse this drifting into another possibility of capsizing
It's autumn in a childhood I remember how strong a love once made me feel secure, a shadowed house that sheltered me in sleep sun-sweetened was my life, and yet demure. It's cold about a childhood I remember
Coffee and croissant at a cafe in Nice, a mimosa tree lit like a yellow parasol against a rainy sky drunk on its own stormy clouds. The hotel room cool and narrow, just right for the two clinging lovers - yet no hope