Once the mist became disregarded
and the chill dissipated just a bit
The quiet grew to engulf us
Homed in on as the target
We listened on in silence
To the quiet of the wind
As it whispered softly
Reminder of a friend
refreshing memory
courtesy of nothing
blessed be the drifter
cascading symphonies
filling honey in their drums
harvesting the slumber of the sun
for a future devastation of the dream
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