waving

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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tales

I have heard tales

where the beast

is loved

by the beauty.

and the pain

is taken

by the winds

in the eyes.

and the hard

is made

soft

by the soft.

the way(s) –

we can hope –

we will be saved.

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miss

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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

exuberance

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what about. the chance

of gold. at the end

of rainbows.

of magic. in the

things we understand.

what happens

to that

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Photograph by Velizar Ivanov

bright

the lights are fewer in terraces. the bright in trees

is fading.

the way.

new beginnings

are made of endings.

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