There was a tree there, a bird
chirping in the foliage-
a lake stilled for a long time,
that only rippled to the fall of leaves.
There were secrets in the cavities
of the tree. Dreams hung to its
branches. We were resting there
in those ancient shadows. Winds
were plain, devoid of any expression,
seasons would invent new times,
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