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| Thinking Season |
The chuckling of old summer leaves
As I walk on winters road of grey clouds
Looking sideways just in case I missed
Any remnants of last summer’s crowds
Sometimes there is a peaceful feeling
On lonely strolls in morning’s first light
Where the crisp air promises action
As if it already has tomorrows hindsight
Three months must slowly creep
Before I dare again to dream anew
When wintry carpet patterns
Are reborn to lighter nights in muted blue
Before I dare again to dream anew
When wintry carpet patterns
Are reborn to lighter nights in muted blue
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