patience

Whistling whispers

Echo back

Simple chords

Remind me

Of a time not too far back

When things were

Not what they seemed

And smiles were sawblades

Cutting trees

In the forest

On the trail of bald hills

Betwixt the mouth of the river

And the ocean beyond

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