through a hole in a wooden fence wonders are silently creeping in the walls are drowning in shadowed kisses fables nest under the windowsills my house is a fairy tale made of raven feathers and owl wings of purring cats and the glow of young suns a secret garden where my dreams bloom with wildflowers
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my path is growing altars of moss sacred eyes of the vernal forest hidden behind the eyelids of leaves kept alive by the resin veins caressed by the silent voice of the wind their nerves shiver – their hearts brims with cradled dreams which bloom with viridescent tears bleed the moon on my altars of moss silver streams carrying the stardust sinking deep into the womb made of roots
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