Wonders are many
Blink.
Spots fly
Before i can blink.
Through the ashen tree
A stream flows
Taking its heart.
Blink.
Spots.
May be blots.
I blink.
Blink.
Spots fly
Before i can blink.
Through the ashen tree
A stream flows
Taking its heart.
Blink.
Spots.
May be blots.
I blink.
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