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two hawks circling
in and out of the thermals
a silent forest
swimming beyond shore
heavy rain flattens the sea
you helped me leave you
trip the thin red line
autumn pours onto the wind
i am i am i
skiing in the trees
the blue sky the only sound
slowly i float home
winter scrolling out
heavy snow a new canvas
ploughs push big brushes
cold the touch of it
remembering what was lost
a blade of grief
whiter than night snow
the melody of the moon
offers soft soul notes
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