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Precious the way a scent is read
"Nexus of my heart", she said
into secrets mentioned to gather
under folds of twinkles
over light snow sprinkles
through tanned wrinkles
that only make one smile :)

"Now is not the time for dread",
again, she said
not in those words
but that is precise in what we heard,
and, so, had no choice but to chase that voice
so when we found the rainbow's end
the world began to grin

. . . while you are playing solitare.

it's a recountance.