Sweet bleak bliss of these pale mists pass...
and I watch in trance how this weather's wind howls between the trees...
trying to ease this dark burden...
just let me emerge in and touch sylvan-night...
carefully they caress me and touch gently...
though my worlds are not spoken here and never revealed...
I do dream this in myself as I'm painfully wrapped in leaves...
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