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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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