Love this end stanza. I really like the feeling in this poem; I get a bit
lost in the center...needed to read a few times. This is a keeper; speaks to
a universal soul.
kol tuv, Ryfkah
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<< O, shining pink hand shaping notes in the air,
sun on your glasses,
sun on the parquet floor,
your soft rejection
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