Hello say the whispering wells!
Yet it was I that echoed into them.
My feet are tapping down the lane,
leaving muddy footprints to dry and crack.
The skies are blue today I see,
although it is the star's gaze to me.
Playing games; trickery is about.
For I know not what is next.
I see the morrow, I live the day
painfully, joyfully, artistically.
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