I live in a snug den

into the woods

In a clearing

where there are blues and yellows

in the flowers of the vale.

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The stars see me dreaming

and rejoicing at you.

The fireflies curl

in my corners.

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In springs

I go away with the daffodils

In autums

I ask fallen questions

to the harvest moon…

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I live in the heart of your darkness

in the midst of your days

shuffling their feet to me…

I believe in green…

Rain in an oak forest by Ivan Shishkin.

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