Alluvium Apple
There is a mountain that erects
There is a cloud on top that rests
Conifers like fur they lay
Aquifers from beneath display
Sound is all around
Ground is all newfound
You are pacific, watching with your warmth
Seeing nothing, absorbing everything
Just being, awaiting patiently
Ever loving, my abiding respite
I see you all around me
I feel you touch my feet
I put you under the mountain
I reach you as I climb
I miss you
There is a portion that was separated
There is a void that has abated
Loneliness is held at bay
Happiness is where we play
Smells of you surround me
Shells wash back to sea
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