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Forces of Nature
This garden has a complex geometry,
The wind crumples up all calculations:
Shaking what hasn't stopped dead,
The tear-dry eye that stares ahead,
The ordered mind, what's left unsaid.
Our hearts too have a complex geometry,
What tears them from their foundations?
The force of love respects no angle,
No curve nor line, lifts the large and small
Beyond gravity, to the grand and universal.
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