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Forest brims
By thousands, the crickets chirp.
shadows
have engulfed the eventide's tree-beneaths,
On a canopy top, a tired owl sits,
does not hoot, does not move,
neither blinks,
under a such a tree I sit,
my breath...
shadows
have engulfed the eventide's tree-beneaths,
On a canopy top, a tired owl sits,
does not hoot, does not move,
neither blinks,
under a such a tree I sit,
my breath...
