it is someplace moved to feel
made to be
away from plain
closer with each twist
south of sane
I am right here
the trees are left here
they all lean that way
the sun goes down each day
it can be alarming
and then too charming
shaping the world to my whim
branches dance
as light grows thin
the dancing was a wish I made
the light's escape
the price I paid
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Something to start off the year - a fast write - Don't Know? Oh well!
Jeff dreams
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