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Gift

Gift

If ever I explain to you
how roses leap and dolphins bloom,
don't think the things I say untrue.
The framing of a small conceit
is offered as a gift, a treat,
a tiny piercing of the gloom.

There is little that I understand.
I try but words seem to defeat
attempts to name these grains of sand,
to find a single, telling phrase
that means exactly what it says,
a gift to you that lacks deceit.

There are ways of staying in the light,
there's sanity in things that craze,
blindnesses yet always sight.
Accept this gift I offer you,
these leaping roses dancing blue,
these budding dolphins flowering ways.

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