I have fallen in love with hidden places,
a bench under the oak,
a cave tucked into lakeshore,
a stone fence growing moss.
I have fallen in love with hidden places,
an acorn hid in dirt,
a flower nearly blooming,
an egg nestled near sky.
I have fallen in love with hidden places,
the skin behind your ear,
the lines that grow with smiles,
the mole on your right hand.
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