OpenAn observant pace in the afternoon'sscribbled thoughts from adequatematerial welling up the horizon,rhythmic spring, that energeticpulse more bluntly, humbling lightunfurling the sallow to yellowaccents kindled with pigment, aloudover some darkened roots revealednow again through temperate airwithout consensus, shifting hoursbrought through each daily limb newlysung in daybreak's widening chorus,angelic as well as why not, hecklingchuckles, such thoughts abandonedon winds over a yearly settlementthat went astray, of what was neveranymore what can be beforehand,or anything other than just now,fuchsia deep, embedded, stemmed,for other possibilities always knownfrom those forgotten tastes in fullbloom, which is aromatic sensespindled with rain falling downin cadence of our hellos, goodbyes,as it can never be truly as wished,closed, but beside dreamed in sunlight,forgivably piqued while left undone.
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