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Spring sunrise at four am. Ine is what the farmers call That green, transparent film Of newborn grain On freshly sown fields. Low and red in Rising, Father Sun includes Little Brother Moon In his rays of raging Selflessness. Top branch perched, In colourless contrast To it all, Magpie surveys The spectacle And only Does just That.
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
Magpie
Spring sunrise at four am. Ine is what the farmers call That green, transparent film Of newborn grain On freshly sown fields. Low and red in Rising, Father Sun includes Little Brother Moon In his rays of raging Selflessness. Top branch perched, In colourless contrast To it all, Magpie surveys The spectacle And only Does just That.
sgholter
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
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