An Ode

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Creative unfolding
over time
like petals
of a flower in the morning sun























like a butterfly
I was drawn
to his nectar
of words






















currents flowing
feelings flood
surrendering to the
ebb and flow
and dance of spirit




























kinships
and attractions
magnetic and pure
entwined
together














if even for
a brief
moment







passions
however fleeting
are
always
well worth
an
eternity...