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winter

winds bluster deep within the sycamore
pulling memories from the strength
of time �
as shattered leaves commence their fall �
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I watch, helplessly/hopelessly �
sheltered behind smudged glass �
barren as each side thins �
looking out at what once was looking in �
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climbing that sycamore �
in all her splendor �
rich and full of life �
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high was I �
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cherishing the delectation �
of a grand blue sky �
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hushed in amazement �
along with the honey bee �
flapping magic in her wings �
oh my, how graceful was thee �
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swaying but still �
still it always will �
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there's a crackle to the east �
the winds bluster again �
darkness knocks �
I close my eyes and try to remember �
the scent of happiness � �
slowly drifting far far away �
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