Leaves of palm
Still, in the tranquil
Sunlit chill of dusk:
Solitary guards
To muddled house and hill.
Solid stalks frame
Pale azure horizon
Seeking harbor behind
Mountain’s crest.
Echoes of invisible stars
Glide
Upon breezy breath:
Nightfall slinks nearer.
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