heavens pour blue by the watery pebbles, sunrising a bright river

up high. yawning early, sounding clicks of the gathering frosty trees, bossy

birds brightly gray, gently mill brittling in small hops, not going farther,

chattily warm, newer spirits curious, linger under leaves, bone thorns

poke our forms from bushes. we cluster more than loves, speaking like

leaves, tears percolate from branches and breathing holies up, though

wings flutter, sighing this early. onyx rocks you while hopes written in stone

bless us, read under the sun. truly your mountain moved but ants have

left for now when loving ones, missing ones, unlike funeral goers, come

to stay, the cold intimate like chosen stones - blue sun pours on steady

tranquil feet, no longer waiting, letting go, never letting go, soldered

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