procession of clouds
flowers on her hat
darker
thunderclap
the sparrowless branch
up and down
empty road -
in the old ruts,
fresh snow
morning calm -
between the light and the dark,
a spider's web
first date
nightingale's song
louder
flowers on her hat
darker
thunderclap
the sparrowless branch
up and down
empty road -
in the old ruts,
fresh snow
morning calm -
between the light and the dark,
a spider's web
first date
nightingale's song
louder
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