a full cycle witnessed sensationally///
ears, hands, hair, skin... eyes... heart. phased///
the road is calling, grabbing greedily///
for now, she sings from the east///
go running towards her uncertain embrace?///
or is patience the humble strategy of growth?///
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the long green stalks stretch and reach///
soon she will hang her head at the death of her father///
only to lift it upon his rebirth each dawn///
RE:VISION
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