Nov. 28th, 2021

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She whispers warm days of hope unspoken
in a gallery of lost chords and undrawn lines
where works are the torment of desperate laments
touching so close to the country undiscovered and yet returning - precocious, fertile and alive
to an abundance of water-ice, this cool night air
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