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Nature's Haberdashery
One can hear the whispers in the rain
and the long-bearded prophets of trees
closing my eyes to the oboe's wood
with memories of the symphony's tea
avoiding the vertigo in my dreams
in nature's verdant green haberdashery
and the long-bearded prophets of trees
closing my eyes to the oboe's wood
with memories of the symphony's tea
avoiding the vertigo in my dreams
in nature's verdant green haberdashery
Published 7th Jul 2024
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