Posted by Bluesy Socrateaser on Mon Mar 02, 2009 4:41 am
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hopes rest
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<br />from the inside of the acorn
<br />to the backside of the bark
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<br />...only looking in
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<br />hopes lay
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<br />in the new rings of another age
<br />exchanged for Now from then
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<br />...unseen from the outside of the bark
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<br />thought calmed
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<br />beneath the blankets of winters' rain
<br />silent snows of exhaled breath
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<br />...as still as an unsung lullaby
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