The spring garden’s spectrum
In beds of green intertwined
With reds, purples and yellows
Recurring .... fleeting.
The heart’s beat upon a universe
background of black bespeckled
With lights of life between time and space
Continuum .... infinite.
The path we walk
Connected by hands in clasp
A continuum together.... infinite
Recurring alone... fleeting.
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