A bit of moss where the bricks cross
gossamer grass blanket worn and frayed
Dew drops spread, honey sunrise overhead
moving clouds a haze in a mist sprayed
Naked wood in dissolving shadow stood
breaking the surface of a new day
A cabin's worn walls memory's echo calls
melted night's dreams flow away
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