in the same candle . one flame feels the air moving . the other is still
unable to see . through the ice-covered window . it becomes the view
after a snowstorm . the sidewalk doesn’t exist . until it is cleared
walking in a dream . light snow crunching underfoot . the trees are patient
the details get lost . muffled in uncertainty . when a fog rolls in
certain conditions . will retain the leaves’ patterns . after swept away
in each autumn leaf . there is a unique beauty . unseen by the rake inspired by the marginalian
waters run deepest . where the river is narrow . and bridges are built
the sky reflected . seen in passing, can pretend . it is the real thing
where the lines converge . information is gathered . not to be ignored
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