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this day the wind came

this day the wind came This day the wind came, changed by stealth from yesterday. A feeling rearranged the furniture and lay a ring of brittle gold upon the grass, a scent, windows closed towards cold, while, we, our dreams ferment. A tidal furrow, ploughed stars swim the endless night, the moon hangs between cloud, a siren song in flight. But certainty decays and, blindly, seeds regrets; the wings of what now gaze where autumn casts her nets? ...


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