Remember O Love
Remember O love!
How was our love!
Pure than the parrots’ pair
Who live in the wild highs…
Away from the city's sins and sweat
And ah! Sick societies have constructed –
Sad standards.
That is, free from any commotion and cry,
On the lofty pine by the bank of the snowy creek--
Hummingbirds hop on the mossy rocks.
...whole nights embraced,
Whole days—hand in hand.
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