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Deeper wood

Vine maples branch

dappled paths lit green

Forest fronds reach for skies unseen

In deeper wood comes black of day

red cedars fallen to decay

Oxalis spring – softly flowered white

sway and lean into the light

Wild berries burst, upon a mossy floor

drinking sweet of red wine poured

mouse and bird drunk with delight

cozy sleep in their woodland night.

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