I turned to nature's bed
To rest my graying head
The leaves fell then snow
Covered me head to toe
I awoke and found
Shooting from my ground
Like a branch from a tree
A ray poking out from me
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Author:
Stray Bray Jaramillo (Pseudonym) (
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