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The sky is the realm of one,

We are the realm of three.

Two are for balance:

Mind and heart,

Ritual and faith,

Rock and sea.

Three.

Words gliding against branches,

Chasing rolls of pleated chiffon.

Three.

Moon-kissed breasts,

Moving to the scent of morning. 

Three.

When would you like to make love to me?

In winter, I am sprinkled over blue spruce.

In spring, I am the scent of a snowdrop tree.

I am your myth,

A harvest hymn.

The third of three.

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