small syllables search for form,
a poem finds itself.
small syllables search for form,
a poem finds itself.
Dust dances in lazy light—
Each step hums with peace.
Dust dances in lazy light—
Each step hums with peace.
Golden rays stir waking leaves—
Morning breathes in light.
Golden rays stir waking leaves—
Morning breathes in light.
A lone path bends into dusk—
Quiet walks with me.
A lone path bends into dusk—
Quiet walks with me.
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