Shapes that roam the twilight trail
Where ferns and lichens whisper
Guiding recollections tenderly
To where poetic forms can prosper
Natural sounds that swirl around
As potent tales desire the night
Suggestible inflections
In flaming blades that cut the light
Campfire wines mulled rich and smooth
Spicy tastes and sweet aromas
Spreading peace and fortitude
Where curtain calls conclude each drama
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