Indian summers
make us wheeze, cacophonies...

...

Pirouetting
Another blade...

Swirling the blackness, provoking thought pools;
Contemplating how my life could have been...

Hipperty, hopperty bunny rabbit
hopping here and there...

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birds create mirrored
harmonious melodies...

.
Sunbeams warm a fairy's gift, that...

within the s l o w
sleepless, cog of night...

We gather stones never knowing what they'll mean...

Early in the morning,
Dew is in the air...

.
Trouble was in the fusty air...