"Outside leave.
Winters tree. Leaf, fallen.
Trees blank. Still. Structure, clear.
Inside warm, the fire-bouring-sound
Sitting still. Listening clear
to whats behind the daily rush, and hour
Blank. Cold. Faces in the dark
a lighter brings up the warm
into faces, back to insides, trees.
Within me
resting. Listening the being me.
Still.
Winter`s leave." Ursula Anna
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