drowsy with weatheryet light as a feather,
worries reach the shore,
dissipating at the core
calm winter whispers here
soothing sounds hold me dear
falls into falls they speak to me
water hits the pane that weakened me
once before, but now restored
purely sent; quietly enamored
I lay beneath the silk of falls
catch a glimpse of the one who calls.
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