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First Love
on that glance
the eyes see a different world
a rain of roses
when she comes
a colored world when she
gets near you
fourth of July
when her hands touch yours
though accidentally and
she says there is no meaning at all
you create meanings now
like a painting like a poem
a neutral word becomes
biased for love
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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