it is the quiet nights
after the loud days
that live in the burrows
and ask you
to feel it
all
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it is the quiet nights
after the loud days
that live in the burrows
and ask you
to feel it
all
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do you listen
to the stories
and believe
in their endings.
in the suns
that set.
and the moons
that rise.
and the stars
that shine
because
it is so dark
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the leaves are back on the trees
and the rustle is rife
in the air
again
sometimes
it is the familiar
that saves
you
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you have spent years
flowering
this weakness
for you
-the petals are wilting
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Photograph by Roman Kraft
it was close.
the days were the good kind of long.
and the hearts were the good kind of soft.
and the possibility of more.
ran. tart. in the air.
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Photograph by Annie Spratt