You gathered my song
from colors of dimensional pathways,
composed in weeping rains.
You breathed upon my inner labyrinth
a second skin;
I wrapped you round my
exposed roots and love grew
a new concert.
Into one musical movement
we danced upon concrete walls
with no marbled halls
spun from celestial heartbeats
where our symbiotic voices once
vibrated in tune with the symphony.
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