A lonesome heron
wading in a lake of gold
a peaceful sunset
wading in a lake of gold
a peaceful sunset
He awoke in a wildern
wood
cool in the morning air
and wandered his way to warmth
and water
and reaching
down into the stream
There were lessons left on leaf-lorn logs in lost languages but leaning between the lines he believed the Beloved had begun a better and nec...
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