Turning natures lyrics to prose My loves to fruition , simple soft questions- to hardened truth Ancient forest to majestic actuality , hidden meaning to reality Gasping , winter exhalation becoming the voice of reason Old departed friends come to call on red carpet hallwaysΒ Β , where logic is calculated with simple arithmetic The rambling of philosophic writing halted with a well placed period
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