Symmetry of Spirit
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High mountain moonrise
Passage of nighttime whispers
Warm distant shadow
Autumn beckons spring
As equinox approaches
Clear creek's simple song
Passions rise, then ebb
Parallel specters converge
Symmetry of spirit…
Season's gravity revolves
Resisting pull yet
Horizons can intersect
If delicately balanced
Lives, once sharp defined
Black on white sighs late at night
Now gently tangible.
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