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| Illustration by Maurice Sendak from Open House for Butterflies by Ruth Krauss |
The past comes by and speaks to me
Sharing briefly what is known
Then moves along in futures song
Which transforms its message tone
I listen quietly to the whispers
See the dance of song-filled breeze
As something understood embraces me
Wherein some far off time agrees
It will be a long year 'til I understand
What grew from when a seed was sewn
That I must nurture in my dreams
To save me from that place alone
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