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  • The time of dawn is a place for me
    like rain unable to let my own dreams go
    warmth returning before leaving
    winter in summers
    voices of celebrations
    dying stems that flowers remember in other valleys
    wind leaves kissing trees
    Sunset doors help refine my own roads
    Oceans painted behind my eyes
    Energy delivering feelings
    keeping home a momentary departure among the sighs
    vertical rainbows sang out , calling me near
    Slept for an instant in a field of grass
    built with snow thinking this was heaven
    each second a clear desert
    In which I belonged

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