January dribbles - 12
Dreaming rivers flow
To open seas where winds of
Change and reason blow.
Dreaming spires will fall
When blooms of spring all turn to
Memories and dust.
Dreaming birds awake;
Shaken feathers fall like rust
Burning snow’s shadow.
Dreaming hope reflect
On promises and end of
Trust that seasons spent.
To open seas where winds of
Change and reason blow.
Dreaming spires will fall
When blooms of spring all turn to
Memories and dust.
Dreaming birds awake;
Shaken feathers fall like rust
Burning snow’s shadow.
Dreaming hope reflect
On promises and end of
Trust that seasons spent.
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