Technicolor strands of hope
winging fly-born
mountains call to us
insides buzzing
shadows drift over fields
clinging stone-born
blue is a summons
lichen greening
the mountain is a grave
shadow lounging
but also breathing
copper shimmer
eternity flooding the river
drowning winter jasmine
what within us inhabits
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