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You are ember with less orange You are tree bark true and brook trout at play You are earthy as the hollow dell in the Catskills still Turning as the waterways You are ever moving, always slight Looking back over those delicate shoulders of yours To the footprints of me And in the time spent therein not a day’s older I don’t know her name But I know what I see
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Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 6:55 PM UTC
She Is Ember
You are ember with less orange You are tree bark true and brook trout at play You are earthy as the hollow dell in the Catskills still Turning as the waterways You are ever moving, always slight Looking back over those delicate shoulders of yours To the footprints of me And in the time spent therein not a day’s older I don’t know her name But I know what I see
Passing. Glances. Scent of trees.
colmistoirm
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Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 6:55 PM UTC
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