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Fog (In Spring)


Feels like November, 

without the darkness, 

without empty leaves 

and debris fall, 

no wind, 

no winter, 

no hidden stars, 

just the emptiness 

of sky and call, 

of rooks and cries, 

for about the church 

and tower, 

the peel 

of bells, 

the lifting dark 

and dawning grey, 

spring lies,

hidden, 

in blossom, 

in flowers, 

summer lifting life 

for the choir 

of light, 

that begins 

today.

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