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morningsong

November 15, 2015

rebalancing of night stories,
emptying of luggage,
reflection of reflections

shimmering reminder of shining eyes
but not all wind chimes are the same

a breeze on the shoulders
brings back summers of childhood
when poetry was easy
and never written

the shape of sharp has changed,
boards warp to a slower beat

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