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my life
has never followed -
reverie
thoughts invade the old growth -
by the well of Dianna
the mountain laurel blooms -
land of wind and fog
waits in stifling silence -
the windhorse whispers
prayers and blessings circulate -
If the word was only black and white,
no trace of color to be found. -
just breathe I told myself
sit back straight -
night's magic looms
each star a fount of white light -
drunk with nectar
two bees play leapfrog
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