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Misty Muse

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November 029

Seasons play with my perspective
Bending my evergreen thoughts
That dabble in serenity’s streams
Finding new ways to make me believe
That my life is a calendar

But I cannot pencil in peace of mind
Capsules of pain still hang
Bittersweet droplets of dew on the pines
Fighting gravity, wasting time
Landing on fickle forest floors

~

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