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How long has it been
until a harvest beam?
spring turns summer hot
July corn leaves unfurl hope
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You look unto stone
seeing striated furrows
once living bedrock
now a stooping figure
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this next month you will be dead
again, one year so far, far away
though still within this sanguine heart
you stare your love as always
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these winds have no chords tonight
drifting over a prairie of loneliness
knotting oozing thoughts of nostalgia
onto tumbleweeds of emptiness
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silent wind chimes wait
as breeze wraps a merry tune
fall disrobes in dance
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