To 35,000 year old statue of busty woman
At times, I am a bit confused
and do not rightly know
if I am seeing butterflies,
falling leaves or driven snow.
Put that aside,
and let me gently touch your womanhood,
for I have been your firm admirer,
as I have been of night and stars,
and am bemused, sometimes befuddled
by our healthy, daily, complex charts.
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