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I'll Rest For Now ,...And

Dancing neath their falling leaves

I weaved between, the ashen trees.

While, winters chill winds blew.

Jack Frost,.... brushed my soul .

And I stumbled, in the snow.

Wane sunlight, failed to warm my heart .

While snowflakes fell,

I lay, amidst..... it's feathery down.

Fatigue, replaced by sleep.

And I stayed there......

Until the spring had sprung,

And remained there

For

Evermore.

Giajl © Jim Love