The Thirty Second Day
What is a beacon
Without its own light
But a moon’s
Sunlit smiling face
Hiding a dark side
Would that I have no Spring Summer Fall Winter No seasons of life but one Would that I have Birthing Playing Resting Dying Seasons to live as one Give me a crocus time Give me the sun Give me the barren trees Give me one Life To Live One season Death To Die
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