situates my cave; surrounded a haven.
and night weaves a cocoon around it.
below each cut rests the bag half full.
and many now those rocks hold on to.
each ridge holds small patches of moss.
and moon shows day, each differing face.
bridges through white clouds lead me here.
and two streams up, one valley sleeps there.
e.d. and s.p.
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Beautiful the lines in the poem; 'and moon shows day, each differing face. bridges through white clouds lead me here.'