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thunder and rain
silence in one
place I was given
by name

purpose becoming
breath as the first
in a garden
so fair
bright as the north
ancient light

golden and silver
tarnished and strong
once as forever
these truths

wings press the night
at the slip into the dark
as soaring
my own reach the trees
graces I’ve known
are given away
lacey white dreams
coming true