quiet were lips of feather
it could be of long summer
or maybe they left forever
trees never gain leaves
still standing naked, bare
what have nature guessing?
light is still at low glow
more bugs hovering in circles
will disappear when sun is up
hiding somewhere behind plants
while i will be on my way
i will be thinking of you ak
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