Jim Gillespie · Dec 13, 2011
Dusk to Dust

This is nothing but a puzzle box, an apparent paradox.
Another tree starts to sing, as his house bells ring.
One small sparks it all, as the maze begins to fall.
As the sights turn to dusk, another box burns to dust.

 
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