There's a
sound
In the woods
Near the hole
In the oak
Where the daylily
Grows through knotty
Grapevine and root;
The sound of
A sigh, an
Internal exhale, a
Ripple of sundust,
A hiss of
Mirth; she's tired
Today, my piece of
Earth...
In the woods
Near the hole
In the oak
Where the daylily
Grows through knotty
Grapevine and root;
The sound of
A sigh, an
Internal exhale, a
Ripple of sundust,
A hiss of
Mirth; she's tired
Today, my piece of
Earth...
(c)ginamc'14
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