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  • my heart is blue with love for you
    like the blue of our sky that drips beneath the crown
    of the pasha sitting upon his cloud-pillows
    and weeps hot tears
    of love for his land
    for the sweet curve of her cheek and the warmth of arms
    that can offer the bounty of harvest.

    I can only plant into that harvest
    Soft dripping gems and stars plucked from the pink arms of the galaxy
    for the ripe wheat that comes after the rain
    and the green shoots that bend beneath my sighs

    And it is a fair trade

    the stars for wheat
    my dreams for food
    my tears for life with you
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