erase sweet elements of the coming day
our faces will have tints,
there are no any hints
collisions of love, joyful playing in the hay
suspended, unfolded throughout,
while intertwined we lay,
tender nudges in the hay,
cometh what may, cometh what may,
on this most beautiful day….
Anno Domini Monday the 29th of April 2019
©Sylvia Frances Chan

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