The Queen of Seasons
The old ones have gathered To teach the young ones of light; The songs we sing chase away night. The young ones have arrived To teach the old ones of joy; No more, they say, is time to destroy. The...
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Continents drift. Clouds drift. Wood drifts on water. Daffodils drift on swirling pools, tossed by your hand from the dock, yellow eyes turning. We drift. Chasms open, hearts open and close. Each...
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