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i imagine that
the willow's vines worship the ground and that
the tops of the elm trees do rain dances before the droplets even fall
and that under the arc of the winter'd, iced birch trees
is the perfect place to hold you when our breaths surpass the veil

but that i know already

i imagine that
the sun hates its highs of summer just as much as the common man
and that as the May rains fall, your
face is upturned and bright and
i wipe a few lines from your eyes,
whisper through the drizzle a few words of love,

but those you know already

Description
i imagine that
the willow's vines worship the ground and that
the tops of the elm trees do rain dances before the droplets even fall
and that under the arc of the winter'd, iced birch trees
is the perfect place to hold you when our breaths surpass the veil

but that i know already

i imagine that
the sun hates its highs of summer just as much as the common man
and that as the May rains fall, your
face is upturned and bright and
i wipe a few lines from your eyes,
whisper through the drizzle a few words of love,

but those you know already