Branches, in their winter coatsA marvel of entanglement.Bare, boldsimply existing.Glistening in its a la mode cloak with an ecstatic sense of new wisdom against a whitewashed sky.Here we are again,another roundand into a new.
Overhead a creek, a homestead.Within earshot, a waterfall.Amidst slender, stretching sentient protectors, a deepening fondness.A white fluffy blanket to cover it all, here let me show you how it was laid out.
A-dios. The past,closed.finito.no entry. Along with it, woes. Longed-for. In multitude, gratitude.depth.bliss.much needed, beauty.Illuminating the universe, you and me. Felt,and knownfor some timea single tone,for all to resonate with to orchestrate the most glorious symphony ever to be heard.
This was unexpected, or was I expecting sparkles to magically fall from the heavens?
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