Fairy Tales

I hold a vision from here to there Where I can see things of memory The path lays…

the autumn chill speaks of a coming death arise and awake time to harvest and hope for needed…

Dropping into the void Wheels on the ground The end unseen Spins round and round Pedaling the earths…

My fears alone are prowling in the dark, their hungry eyes see and haunt me. Â An invisible storm…

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