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Here you will find the writings of the poet Theodore Waterfield

Birthday Love

With each planet I explore
the seven ages of man
added to life’s infinities.
The shadow in the light.
The passing strange
in a store window.
Love at first sight,
old love, enduring love,
new and returned.
Was there a world it lived in?
Something to catch?
Or pass by?

So it was on a day
the January time
saw snowdrops in the snow.
The sky playing peek-a-boo
with the sun.
A dandelion challenging the cold,
and what is beautiful
appearing.
And we could not know
until time passing,
what a gift was born
under the sign of Aquarius,
Mary.

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