Love Poem
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Barry Middleton
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Dawn's music,
secrets,
and the damp air
of early morning,
are things progressively
more melancholy.
Until like the music,
like the heavy air,
like the secrets
and warm feelings,
we are part of the air,
part of the music,
making secrets
in the closeness
of sunrise.
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