The sun flashed
Across the fern
It is the same sun
I saw with it there
Awake
Mixtures fly everywhere
A wisp of brightness
Fear, dwelling
A butterfly captured
Fear
Listening to others
It is lost
The walking stick falls
I am but elsewhere
Gone
Disappointed in the salt
There is no strength
To just say your mind
And I left in silence
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