evening strollonly the mooncomes with me
tree to treea spider spinsits tightrope
autumn skyanother flockheading northQuendryth Young
camphor laurela nesting tawny blends into barkQuendryth Young
bivouacthe chilly brillianceof stars
storm-torn beacha wrecked shell glowsin rainbow huesQuendryth Young
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