As days draw themselves
inward, long lines of neatly folded
memories queue,
ready to fill
pockets in hearts.
Breath undressing winds
caress cold idleness,
on thought provoking trees.
Intense palindromic gales
howl illiterate words
through natures empty sheds.
Spilling awkwardly, between
mountainous seasons
and calm sunshine.
Corridors of rain
fall incessantly,
coloring summers
Monet masterpiece
in autumnal Dali dreams
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