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like the train rushes 

through the land

so my mind 

passes by all that stand


when my thoughts overwhelm

leaping in my head

when my thoughts overwhelm

I step behind my mind

when my thoughts overwhelm

in stillness they embed

At Dusk

orange-blue pearls 

beaded on trees

shaped by the mountains

that soon rest at ease

blades of fine grass

whistle their song

the width seems to chant

mighty tunes along


sunken long fields

dandle their corn

a cradle at night

where whispers are born


fleeing dusk-sky

tucking me in

I saw with your eyes

the magic within 

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