| the wind sighs low...a mournful plea...as geese fly north...in a v for me...the sky...a canvas...
is etched in gray...with mythic creatures...far away...a chalice hangs...a blue jay takes flight...while crows and rabbits pierce the light...
rabbits gather...small and bold...a story whispered...of ages old...one stone stack arises...mirrored...a silent pair...their history etched..
.by acidic air...each stone a year...a tale to be told...of empires lost...and hearts grown cold...they reach for skies...a hopeful quest...
but shadows linger...fear's unrest...the joy of spring...a fragile bloom...beset by frozen tears...sealed in icy gloom...the geese fly on...
a distant call...as broken trusts begin to fall...the future veiled...a darkling scene...where hope and anger intertwine...a whispered promise...
turned to dust...a bitter taste...of shattered trust...the wind laments...a mournful strain...a heart betrayed...in endless pain...
the rabbits run and huddle...eyes so wide...as shadows lengthen...deep inside...the crows take flight...their cawing echoes...against the sky...
the stones stand stark...a silent witness...passing by...the wind’s cry...a haunting sound...where fear and sorrow can be found...the mythic sky...
a fading dream...as anger simmers...like a rock-filled stream...disappointment's bitter sting...a broken heart...no joy can bring...the geese fly on...
their journey's end...while shadows linger...without a friend...the wind’s final...mournful breath...a tale of sorrow...close to death... |
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