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Some love this world like a secret,

a promise, a sacred tease:

500 shades of blue—sea glass or sky,

sapphire, jade, night. Cool hues

play the rogue, retreat from our squint

while come-hithering, luminous

as the quiet splice of shadows and twilight,

fickle as evening tide’s invocation

and benediction.

How many ways can one soul taste

what perfumes the mind,

be it nutmeg, narcissus, rain?

Scent, you are memory’s journey mate.

Time frays, like next week’s vapor trail,

the past unspools, and earth lovers

pause, gazing upward.