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the lovers
cell upon cell
bridge of their union
hung on the pillars
of dewdrops and dreams
over the river of life
was it a sudden tide that shook
or rusty seepage that ate
into the columns
lying breath to breath
amid fading dew
and sweat beads
they felt cold tremors
run down their half -burnt
half -chilled bones
fwould they rush to life
and rebuild
or drown?
gibran, can they?
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unprepared they were tossed
in love’s unremitting ocean
and let themselves be flown
to new lands
storm subsided waves silenced
fresh air balmed their burns
soft moon tip -toed in slowly
they opened their eyes
to yet another conquest
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