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The first piece I decided to share in the Writer's Cafe! I don't normally title my pieces.

You lazily strolled on by,
up-turning the leaves as you passed

Your fingertips parted both branches and bramble,
exposing the tender earth beneath

You left words scrawled there in the dirt for me to find
             - messages without meaning.

Even so,
I drank up every drop of you
like a warm summer rain

Until all of my flowers bloomed
bright and full.