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Winter sunset becomes
High water slowly flowing.
Trees weary with waiting
Call darkness from memory.
Thoughts, too loud,
Disturb Blue Heron.
She flies away,
Away from me,
Away from color.
Night grows outward
From dreaming roots.
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Bear … 01.25.2014
ⓒBearspawprint2015
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Sunday Winter Sunset ⓒBearspawprint2015 01.25.2015
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Gorgeous trees and poem. Poem growing roots.
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Root is a very interesting root word 🙂
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Indeed. 🙂
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