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Retell my tarnished mirror, please retell...
As a child I would always wonder,
what it would be like to talk to the trees...
Winter
cold and frosty mornings...
To hear a butterfly sing,
You need only be silent...
The King is dead long live the King.
Until the next thing proved by another man. Or...
My coffee may be a little more bitter
(sugar withheld for health and weight...
After the deluge: dark,
where the river...
This overwhelming emptiness:
something to present allegorical, figuratively...
Hush!
Listen...
By Ben Pickard and Maple Tree
A small acorn, from my nature soul...
I seek you in the woodland;
for you are the forest...
I long to smell the scent of pastures green
and hear the early song which breaks our day...