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WE ARE
cloud on valley floor
cold breath, tiny storm
heat of dying fire
bits of bending light
shoulder borrowed some
knees weak over-worn
fingers stiff and still
soul of hope to fill
spring with leafy breath
dawn, its gentle rest
winter’s quiet cold
branches left alone
we are thoughts too oft forgot
though we penciled them to heart
you are dream that will not mend
till all’s been been run, till all’s been spent
