gold faded
copper tan and
dusky silver hair
fallen from fair
arms that have
prayed through
frozen words
and absent birds
risen from fallen
hair, youth of
new yet known
seeds already
sown before
within the floor
lifting hands
young in what
the birds have
sung or sing
beyond winter
icy sting
fragile meek
and mild, the
wilds speak in
green crisp
tongues of
the old turned
new once more
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