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Harvest time has passed
the season exhales…
tonight seems longer still.
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The air turns cold –
touching his skin
restless by moonlight
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A silent wind stirs the leaves
whispers of sun
call him home…
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Lay down all burdens –
your self, the fallow sound
a garden gate closing…
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What is this?
Freedom to move!
Limbs like spring currents
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O, that light is so vital
shimmering on the water –
inhale deeply and dive underneath.
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The surface is broken
only ripples remain
of a man crossing the river
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His family and friends cheer
voices lifting the fall chill
distant bells sounding VICTORY.
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