Filtered and divided by a hardwood forest,
the moonlight that remained,
etched a silver stain across the snow.
In silhouette, I watched you slowly pierce the black
and stand up against the fire and sing.
I think you thought my heart was pure
and my mind was clean,
I hope I did not disappoint.
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this makes one want to reckon
there seems to be a progression from contemplative which breaks to take a turn, or allow [another] which can frazzle even in area known as family maybe.
your first stanza was pausal but it didn't feel like a puzzle until the third had me combine everything under "filtered and divided" not just the lunar moment that evening. I know spontaneous singing can make me feel vulnerable but I've learned more, about each's ear as opportunity poured not only a shout if {unstartled} for it, than my inspiration haha.
interesting, subtly putting me back on a gathered gravel walk,
called Carolyn
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i really love this...
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makes me feel warm and strange
I sighed, said mmmm, and then frowned....why would anyone think your mind was clean?
The romance of it is splendid. I've spent 5 solid minutes in serious contemplation of it. Nice.
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