YOUR FUTTING love lightly brushed with its wings
my sun-flower
and never asked if it was ready to surrender its honey.

I HAVE SCALED the peak and found no shelter in fame's bleak and barren height. Lead me, my Guide, before the light fades, into the valley of quiet where life's harvest mellows into golden wisdom.

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