Aubade: Autumn
Day and night
our hearts beat,
arteries, veins pulse
breath swells our ardent lungs
and we live!
Oh, hear how the morning dove moans
in the pale early light;
wander with me
with open arms,
embrace the radiant eye.
Our love grows
as slowly
we rise.
poem by Steven Federle
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