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Winter Park
A window in white
To birds of songs
In middle yellowish
The Richmond road's
Letter to today to
Postal chords and chores
In the apple to drink from
Bees of breeze osthew
To sew the wigs of birds
Pollen
To sit behind the haze in
The green made of frogs and figs
A sky is neat blue
To look upon leaves of
Peace and preach
Life
A time to sew the beads
Into the sunflower seeds
A hill too deep to walk
In the midst of fruition.
To birds of songs
In middle yellowish
The Richmond road's
Letter to today to
Postal chords and chores
In the apple to drink from
Bees of breeze osthew
To sew the wigs of birds
Pollen
To sit behind the haze in
The green made of frogs and figs
A sky is neat blue
To look upon leaves of
Peace and preach
Life
A time to sew the beads
Into the sunflower seeds
A hill too deep to walk
In the midst of fruition.
Published 15th Jul 2020
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