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with the dawn fading

as all that burns bright dims – just

childhood memories

.

brightly twinkling stars

constellations in grasses

tread softly through heaven

.

in grasses I left

long may you burn firefly

a wasteland beacon

.

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in the mirror held

frog’s silvered reflection – still

in the otherworld

.

surrounded by waves

pondering – so profoundly

even the mud hears

.

soundly – frog stamps

on ripples – the universe

his seal of fate