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aging, creativity, poetry, writing 2 comments

Ancient song of Eden, our nature,
as above – light to watch for –

my summer, withering,
her insect breeze vined

would come there and have
harmony – beautifully fresh

in prairie lake,
air vivid.

(Fridays are for Magnetic Poetry.  Play along online.)

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