A faint glimmer
of last nights shadowt mis(+)
Clutches to weary
& arms to stealth away thy
alms
Not steal but (seath)sieve
Bedowing morning
clapse on morning way side hills
while voices murmur
wind breaks on wall
As click to click, like snow bal
rose & trickle dow acquesent ....
bell rings & neawly fonder toward...
deeping in sights om in ~(re)prose, nay but a + condessed repression
tide bay thee wake &- glapse to horizon sun kist
eye for there wed thee & make of what rebedded to bloom of this old wood
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