Some hide unheeded in relentless corners of a restless mind
And last night I wove some dreams for a much younger me and someone like you
Into Jasmine gardlands for our wedding night, thresholds of marigolds for the twilight
Some moments sweeten our passage to the moon, darkening everything beyond and before
And yet twirl giddiness into life as do glitzy plastic spin-tops
When the spinning stops, some moments remain bruised onto memories' heavy breasts
Some dreams melt into tomorrow's snowfall on
distant, silent, sacred crests
And as monsoons bleed into words, sprouting multi-colored pangs
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