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A hermit stands in the rain
Listening to sounds of nature
Ignoring the lonely pain
of missed opportunity
Rain drumming relentless,
freely repentless
like the sounds of a parade
through the forest pervade
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Trees,
Are life forms
without true gorms
except listening
Listening,
to rain repentless
to the rivers
of the forest
Rivers tumbling across
a landscape ever changing
timeless in its essence
one river from beginning to end
Snow,
like sharp cold daggers
piercing through your skin
though soft, but though hard
as the long-frozen rivers
timeless
Seasons changing
from cold to warm
tulip tongues poking through
the frost, not lingering
gives way to sunshine
The salvation of tired and cold and sore
gives their futile attempts closer to the warmth
of the fresh grass bed
o'er mighty rivers and gurgling streams
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I miss you so much, William, and am looking forward to when we can go to the beach again.
