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The Complete Bearded Stranger
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Year Breaths


Yew lays on my crown

Two sun warmed dense feather hands;

A confirmation.



Touch of rain on a harebell;

The flower drum song.


On sunburnt highways

Poppies burst into being

Bright sears of blood.


The dragon autumn

Has his tongue among the trees;

Leaves begin to burn.


Like unshaded lamps 

In sudden gusts of wind

Chased roses blow out.


A gentle juggler, 

Spinning clouds of light crystals,

Spirits the path white.

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