No human venture reign o'er nature's craft
of snuggled boughs transcend, amid a spawn
quandary mist, ... in its wake afar drawn
out kiss, in dawn's rise, amends of soft draft
weaving loosely, threads strung in an air shaft
that untangles the roundabout, anon
tethering creation, that hope ... is on
horizon's touched beaming flows from life's raft.
A spectrum cast...
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