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Something sweet -
honey on toasted bread -
is a delightful distraction.
Something solid -
the walls of my castle -
could come down in an earthquake.
To me, a person to love -
something deep -
is the wind;
Flight over mountain and tree.
But where is this flightful breeze?
Must I wait for it to come to me?
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