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The
House of Blue Leaves
by Sharmagne Leland-St. John
on a painted
wooden bridge
over the
shimmering
dimpled
jade waters
of the sunlit
golden koi pond,
in the garden
of the House of Blue Leaves
we sipped green tea.
as white petals fell
like snowflakes
red lips close to my ear
whispered
"I Love You"
but I already knew
by the smile
in those brown eyes
lowered
beneath thick
black lashes.
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