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I turn every stone
seems love is lost

I turn every page
but all of my poetry
crosses

where sparrows sleep
in the mind

hear north winds slip between
a quarter moon

there the crystal waters vision
pursue

turn around and you will see
traces of December
traces of time

I still need the stars,
that sneak among
clouds on the rise,

they fly across the sky,
shaping graceful shadows

grasping at memories

feel that emptiness in good-bye

baby, can you help me somehow?

the fog on your windows murmur

silent eyes watch
with memory to spare,

like secret tears

baby can you help me now?
I know your door is locked

turn around and you will see

traces of December
traces of time