This laid new for me.
A moment now gone.
Unblemished by any hand.
...
Somewhere between the snow
that blankets fields
surrounding vacant sections
we were put;
...
I witnessed a mockingbird one morning,
Warming his cockles in my window's sill,
And when I called his attention
He turned as to fly away,
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When do shades become midnight?
After noises settle and floods
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'Resort to blindness', she said
The ink still black in her mouth.
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Clouds shade the fields of eternal sunshine;
Grains of skepticism fall from pillars bending -
...
The gauntlet strikes a noble pose
striking the ground with great repose.
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