spontaneity
a nightingale's songs answered
A spark of light
objectivity
a mirroring refection
the river sweeps past
silence without sound
feathers falling to the ground
tranquillity
apologetic
trees - spires bow leafless - nodding
a green torch is lit
encapsulated
fireworks burst unchecked again
vibrant wild flowers
intoxication
gale-force winds are blowing
no direction home
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