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Showing posts from September, 2020

    the lonely mountain, shrouded in mystery

paper tigers

between the luscious greens

  thin dreams deceiving


as I lie down in the middle of a field of golden wheat, I watch the birds up in the sky I feel the change, within me, surround me the dark of night gaining on the light of day the warmth of the sun waning and so faded summer turns to fall the season of dying it happens to all