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Cathedral Leaves
Cathedral lights
engulf my trees.
Cathedral leaves
blow through my hair
The sun's bright streaks
pours
in beams of yellowy light.
As I stand
beneath
a leafy umbrella
footsteps softened|
by gliding leaves.
Wind swept
and strewn,
amongst
a gravel path.
The stars above,
glittery and shiny
pulls the shade
over
my cathedral's ceiling.
A forest floor,
carpeted
in a stony refuge,
the starry night
takes revenge
as my cathedral's
wisp-o-will
is no more.
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