Musings
A shuffle of leaves
in a childs dream
The illusion is in believing
The scorched Moon prevacarates
Hope is its own ignition
(like splitting the atom)
Restless winter music plays
musing in the air
Welcome back our tales
As they reenter the foray
warming our hearts
over bare windows
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