In the dying of winter the children sleep,
In the dream of questioning the memories breathe,
Under the cover of birth the spirits turn,
Inside the meaning of tears the oceans speak,
In the vision of clouds the leaves seek,
In the stillness of birth young lovers whisper,
After the rain of the soul the spirits wander,
Under the cover of ourselves the poets mourn.
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Original photo by Blmiers.