heart of gold

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she bathed at dawn with autumn rainwater to wash away the sins of the night

not caring that the August sun mourns her freckled breast

at night she would snuggle in the moonlight

while the feather quilt presses against her chest

she would confide in the chestnut tree outside the window of her room

and quietly whispered prayers under the candle

at the bottom of her cup of first morning coffee she was looking for the truth

she inhaled the dust from the shelves of old books

and gramophone records hid the cracks in her walls because she didn't like the smell of paint

she said that she would wait for her retirement somewhere in Andalucia by the sea

where she will assign a task to a random passer-by

to spill her ashes into the sea

where she will forever kiss the moon when it is reflected in the waves at night

she is not even aware

that she already carries the atoms of earth's nature on his fingertips

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