Opposition

Mars glints blearily,
Each wintry ray's tightly bound.
Too many watchers.

Arthur's Seat

Swinging to dale's rim
Wan rays light the ruin's stones
I raise my collar



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Unencumbered

I love the way some flowers close for the night, by twisting like wringing out a rag.

midnight twists flowers
delicate smoke catches leaf
incense burns gently



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