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insecurities
during his early morning walk
he paused by the street lamp
to wrestle more intensely
with his whirling worries
as the dawn yawned with its first light
the dim swish of an opening window
swivelled his exhausted eyes
into the curious breeze
through the posts and branches
her quick rivers of windswept hair
reflected a layered gold tinged
with the ruby of her robe
and she was gone
but for a brief moment
he had forgotten all
his troubles in
the world
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