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Archive for August 8, 2019

Perhaps

Standing at the heart

of a river

looking forward to a snowflake dawn

touching the cheek of reed

more awake than the breeze

the stars drifting

all over the sky

quelling the fear of falling asleep

the riverbank quiet as a cat

fireflies journey to another

bright spot

the lost corners

time has changed them

like paint

memory has shifted

their places

like wheels

perhaps.

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