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Promenade
Where I walk
the trees recognize me
And we
talk.
Display of psychic conveyance:
A séance
of
sacrosanct, secrets made
known
A promenade
home.
the trees recognize me
And we
talk.
Display of psychic conveyance:
A séance
of
sacrosanct, secrets made
known
A promenade
home.
Published 6th Mar 2023
Author's Note
Twas a beautiful night for a walk down the railroad tracks...
A low hanging, moon of brilliance...
A mist of clouds...
The trees...
A low hanging, moon of brilliance...
A mist of clouds...
The trees...
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