Into autumn's burnt ashes and all the saddened masses;
It was winter's chill when my spirit lifted; my heart thrived
from a dead frozen shard and my soul was forever freed.
Just because you're breathing doesn't mean you're alive.
At sunset the heron soars effortlessly into the twilight;
the waves now whisper to the rocks and sandy beaches;
great tides fall slowly as the full moon rises in a pink sky;
a lullaby rocks me to sleep as moonlight kisses my cheek.
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