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Silver that wither into forest with denier.
That speak of a likeness
in the patterns turn silent.
Noon hold lunar moon
and the glowing forfeit of ice turns blue.
As a willow begot here
and a house is still seen
at night.
Then seeing moon come upon a wing.
Having each wing to the other
over house precipices I pass.
Tiny tablelands to larger scapes
through and through and within.
That speak of a likeness
in the patterns turn silent.
Noon hold lunar moon
and the glowing forfeit of ice turns blue.
As a willow begot here
and a house is still seen
at night.
Then seeing moon come upon a wing.
Having each wing to the other
over house precipices I pass.
Tiny tablelands to larger scapes
through and through and within.
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Of Serenity
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