Somewhere in the woods beyond the frog-song is a cow with a bell.
Out there, beyond the veil, beneath the sunset and crippled trees, lie my dreams.
Once said, promises wind their wanting through the muck and beyond my past.
Mushrooms grow in fairy rings and sing of magic beings and toxic things.
Creeks of forgotten fears flow out of sight and dry beds of doubt shrivel and crack.
Oceans of promise, undulating under clouds of security, beckoning naked swimmers to drown.
Hope is the mist rising on a lake of longing, clearing the fog-dense leftovers of nonsense.
Undoing the undone, Love strikes a chord in heart stories, the pendulum swings and heralds a new dawn.
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